A Reunion at the Royal Magic Academy

The year passed faster than I thought. At first, noble training felt like torture—forks, spoons, bows, dances, horses, swords, politics, tea, and even more tea—but somehow, I made it through. By the end, I could sit at a table without dropping my spoon, ride a horse without falling every few steps, and even dance without stepping on Amara’s dress.

When the last lesson ended, the old instructor gave me his usual grumpy look and said, “Not bad, boy. You’re not a noble, but at least you won’t embarrass yourself.”

From him, that was basically high praise.

Amara beamed. “See? I told you you’d survive! Now comes the fun part—the Academy!”

So, with our bags packed and uniforms ready, we set off for the Royal Magic Academy. The carriage ride was long and bumpy, but Amara kept it lively, chatting nonstop about the classes, the teachers, and the big magical tournaments they held every year.

I mostly listened, though I couldn’t help laughing when she waved her hands like she was already casting giant fireballs.

Finally, we saw it—the Academy. It wasn’t just a school. It was like a city of towers and spires, shining crystal windows catching the sunlight, and banners flapping in the wind. Students in neat uniforms filled the courtyards, practicing magic that made sparks fly, water twist, and even books float through the air.

My jaw nearly hit the floor. “This… this is school?!”

Amara giggled. “Don’t get too excited. Just wait until exams—you’ll be crying into your books.”

Before I could answer, I heard familiar voices.

“Alex!”

I turned and saw them—Prince Cedric, Prince Duric, Princess Serenya, and Princess Selindra. They waved and hurried over, smiling like no time had passed at all.

Cedric clapped my shoulder so hard I nearly fell. “Look at you! Standing like a proper noble now. Guess the training worked.”

Duric smirked. “Don’t let him fool you, Cedric. Alex still looks like he’ll faint every time a girl laughs near him.”

The princesses laughed, and my face burned red, which only made them laugh harder.

Serenya leaned in. “So, Alex, is it true? You trained with Amara the whole year? You must be amazing now!”

Before I could say anything, Amara puffed her chest. “Of course he is! He worked harder than anyone I know.”

Selindra grinned. “Then we’ll just have to test that in class.”

Just like that, it felt like we’d never been apart. We walked through the Academy gates together, the princes teasing, the princesses giggling, Amara nudging me whenever I got too quiet, and me wondering what this new adventure would bring.

For the first time, I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t just “the fallen noble’s grandson” anymore. I was Alex—the boy who trained, endured, and now stepped into the Royal Magic Academy with friends beside me.

The Academy itself was old—three hundred years at least. It was built after the Great Demon War, when the five nations agreed they needed one place to raise the strongest of the strong. Princes, princesses, nobles, and even a few lucky commoners came here to learn magic, politics, and everything needed to protect their kingdoms.

The place was huge—towering spires, glowing runes carved into stone, and wide practice yards where students could duel without breaking the walls. Some whispered the first Headmaster sealed a dragon deep under the school, and its sleeping magic powered the campus. I didn’t know if that was true, but every time the ground shook, my stomach dropped.

On the first day, all the new students gathered in the Grand Hall. It was massive, big enough for a thousand people. Banners of all five nations hung above us, and a magical dome showed the sky outside—clouds drifting and sunlight spilling in like the roof wasn’t even there.

Everyone was buzzing with nerves until the far doors opened. Five older students walked in, their uniforms lined with gold.

The Student Council.

They climbed the stage with serious faces, like they owned the place. The tall boy in the middle, sharp eyes and calm voice, stepped forward first.

“Welcome, new students. I’m Reinhardt Veylon, Student Council President. My job is to keep order and speak for the students. If you want to succeed here, remember—this school respects skill, discipline, and courage above all else.”

The hall went quiet. Even the loud ones stopped whispering.

Then a girl with long red hair and a cocky grin stepped up. “I’m Lyra Ashveil, Vice President. If Reinhardt is the head, I’m the hands. Don’t slack off, or you’ll regret it. But if you work hard, I’ll make sure you get noticed.”

The next, a tall boy with glasses, bowed politely. “Marcus Drelmont, Treasurer. I manage resources and projects. If you’ve got smart ideas, I’ll help. If it’s a waste of time, don’t bother.”

After him, a cheerful boy waved. “Felix Thornfield, Secretary. I keep the records and organize events. If you’ve got a request, come to me. Don’t worry—I’m much friendlier than I look.”

Last came a silver-haired girl with a sharp gaze. “Elira Morncrest, Discipline Officer. Break the rules, and you’ll deal with me. Don’t mistake patience for weakness.”

The five stood tall together, their presence heavy.

Reinhardt finished, “This Academy will test you. Some will rise, some will fall. But those who endure will leave stronger than ever. Remember—magic is not just power. It is responsibility.”

The hall erupted in cheers and whispers. I just stood there, wide-eyed, thinking: These people are way scarier than my dance instructor. I just couldn't not think of the words that voice in my head had said, "Join the magic academy to stop the chaos that will befall the academy." What is going to happen in this academy? And for the love of God, whose voice is it that guides me telepathically?