<At Present>
You shake yourself from your thoughts. You were in a colorful room with the walls being a light tan color with a pink lining.
it was your first day at Alfea as a teacher.
As the youngest member of The Light, it had been a requirement that you serve as a teacher at one of the schools, specifically under one of the few remaining members.
It had been 7 years since you had left Gardinia and had joined Oskuria College.
since you had joined. you had learned a vast amount of spells. both of Light and dark magic.
Now, 21 years old. you had graduated from school early.
most were 24-25 when they got their degree, you, on the other hand, did so at the age of 19.
it wasn't like you had an advantage, your mind just took to the subjects unnaturally well, making most of the students thnk you were either cheating or given preferential treatment.
you stand up and look out at the courtyard.
Girls were coming in from outside school grounds and coming out of the dorms.
there were athletes, bookworms, and even a few stoners.
You took a breath. You could feel the life-force all around you.
So young, so vibrant.
The skeletons that were moving the last of your things into place, suddenly shuttered.
You quickly shook off the desire to drain the life of the area.
While Oskuria College had taught you both light and dark magic, you had always preferred dark.
It likely had something to do with your past living in the shadows of a city.
Dark magic LOVED life energy, much like how a great white shark loved bleeding fish.
light magic, on the other hand, LOVED shadows. For how could light exist without the darkness there for it to shine against.
Thus a balance was formed.
A knock at the door drew your attention.
you wave your hand and the skeletons dissolved into nothing.
"enter." your tone was even and tempered as you fought the exhilaration from the magic.
the door opened and an older woman stood in the doorway.
Headmistress Faragonda.
"you're late. The students have been waiting." she said, slightly cross.
"yes ma'am." you say evenly.
Gathering your supplies, you hurry out of the room.
As soon as you entered, you could feel the eyes of the students on you. Some hungry, others curious, most just eager.
As you approach the board, you recall the subject you were to teach.
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