"Well, let's see whether they are good or not, shall we," Aether murmured to himself, resting his chin lazily in the cup of his hand, half-amused, half-curious as he scanned the stage.
Ten students began striding up toward the headmaster, their uniforms sharper, more ornate than the rest, instantly marking them out as elites. "Look! Look! That's them!" students in the crowd gasped, hands over their mouths, eyes glittering with a mix of envy and awe. Aether, however, just watched with narrowed eyes.
Once the ten stood in a proud row beside the headmaster, he cleared his throat. "These are the Ten Child of Lights of this first year. They are the ones who will lead this year. Please, give them your speech and introduce yourselves." The headmaster gave them all a mild, expectant look.
The chosen ones nodded, and the president stepped forward.
"Hello everyone, my name is Olivia Emily, you may call me Olivia, and I am the President of our year's Child Of Lights. I look forward to working with you all. Let's strive to lift each other up."
She gave a graceful, practiced smile, eyes twinkling kindly.
Aether sized her up with a half-lidded glance. "A girl as president? Hmm, that's good. She has the air of someone reliable… though she could stand to be a bit braver. Well, let's see who else thinks they're hot stuff."
Next up was a boy with a cocky, challenging glare. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and smirked as if daring someone to sneer.
"Huh! The name's Lucas, you little runts better respect me. Don't underestimate me just 'cause I'm the vice president. Get in my way and I'll beat you all to a pulp."
Aether let out a long, disgusted sigh. "Ah, just my luck. A psycho got picked. I really don't like his tone… but I can't deny it. His mana's almost on par with Olivia's. Looks like he's going to be a pain for everyone else. If he tries something on me though… well, I'll show him what real regret feels like. Iyah iyah, hopefully it won't come to that." A thin smirk twisted across his face, eyes glinting.
The other eight introduced themselves in quicker succession:
David, third, whose sharp eyes seemed to weigh everyone like meat at the butcher.
Emily, fourth, polite but distant.
Asher, fifth, friendly and laughed a bit too loud.
Isaac, sixth, calm and unreadable.
Mila, seventh, pretty but with her nose tipped up haughtily.
Anthony, eighth, bouncing with restless energy.
Layla, ninth, reserved yet observant.
Dylan, tenth, who snorted like everything was beneath him.
"The rest… well, some of them are decent, though David, Mila, and Dylan—ugh, attitude problems galore," Aether thought, rolling his eyes. "Mila's clearly talented, her mana flares every time she so much as breathes, but the way she's looking down on everyone… Tch. Typical."
Soon enough the headmaster reclaimed center stage.
"I hope you chosen ones will uphold your duties and keep your performance worthy of your titles. Remember—students with sufficient power can replace you. Keep that firmly in mind."
Aether smirked, arms folded. "As if any replacements are coming soon… not with these monsters standing there. Though who knows? Life's fun like that."
The headmaster's speech drew to a close. "Alright students, this concludes today's proceedings. Take this opportunity to forge friendships, explore the academy grounds. Remember—classes commence tomorrow. Good luck."
With that, he swept offstage, his robe fluttering dramatically, leaving the new students to spill out into the courtyards and walkways, buzzing with excited chatter.
Aether stretched his arms above his head with a yawn. "But I gotta say it… their uniform is pretty damn nice." His eyes narrowed with playful envy. The chosen ones wore capes with subtle silver embroidery, their academy emblems etched in shining thread. "I wonder if joining some club gets me a fancy outfit too… Ah, never mind. Waste of time. Better to hone myself. Besides, why do I feel like something's brewing… ugh, getting chills here."
And almost as if fate wanted to prove his instincts right, a shrill voice exploded across the courtyard.
"Aetherrr!"
Aether flinched so violently he nearly tripped over his own feet. "Ack—! Oh hell, I know that voice… don't let it be her."
He pivoted reluctantly—just in time to be crushed in an iron embrace.
"H-Huff—can't… breathe…" Aether wheezed, feebly pushing against her arms. When she finally let go, he gasped like he'd been drowning.
"What are you doing here, wait—why are you even here, Claire?" Aether's exhausted glare should have withered flowers.
Claire only puffed out her cheeks, pinching his. "What! Is that any way to greet your big sister? This is my academy too, genius. Do I need a royal permit to show up where my adorable brother is? If so—show me." She poked his forehead.
Aether groaned, shutting her up with his palm over her mouth. "I told you not to call me your brother. And if you can avoid speaking to me at all, that'd be just lovely. Honestly… haiysh."
Claire peeled his hand off, eyes glinting mischievously. "Ah? But I missed you~ Besides, you're so cute when you're flustered. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you too much… today."
[To be continued…]
(insert overly dramatic JoJo's Theme)
📜 About Claire Ryens:
Name: Claire Ryens
Age: 17
Appearance: Long white hair like winter silk, skin pale as moonlight, striking blue eyes that sparkled like crystals. Taller than most boys at 180 cm.
Personality: Friendly, playful, effortlessly chatty, but fiercely protective of Aether.
Hobby: Spending time with family (especially tormenting her brother).
Occupation: Aspiring mage.
Status: Single (though plenty of hopefuls hover around her, much to Aether's dismay).
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"Well, let's see whether they are good or not, shall we," Aether murmured to himself, resting his chin lazily in the cup of his hand, half-amused, half-curious as he scanned the stage.
Ten students began striding up toward the headmaster, their uniforms sharper, more ornate than the rest, instantly marking them out as elites. "Look! Look! That's them!" students in the crowd gasped, hands over their mouths, eyes glittering with a mix of envy and awe. Aether, however, just watched with narrowed eyes.
Once the ten stood in a proud row beside the headmaster, he cleared his throat. "These are the Ten Child of Lights of this first year. They are the ones who will lead this year. Please, give them your speech and introduce yourselves." The headmaster gave them all a mild, expectant look.
The chosen ones nodded, and the president stepped forward.
"Hello everyone, my name is Olivia Emily, you may call me Olivia, and I am the President of our year's Child Of Lights. I look forward to working with you all. Let's strive to lift each other up."
She gave a graceful, practiced smile, eyes twinkling kindly.
Aether sized her up with a half-lidded glance. "A girl as president? Hmm, that's good. She has the air of someone reliable… though she could stand to be a bit braver. Well, let's see who else thinks they're hot stuff."
Next up was a boy with a cocky, challenging glare. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and smirked as if daring someone to sneer.
"Huh! The name's Lucas, you little runts better respect me. Don't underestimate me just 'cause I'm the vice president. Get in my way and I'll beat you all to a pulp."
Aether let out a long, disgusted sigh. "Ah, just my luck. A psycho got picked. I really don't like his tone… but I can't deny it. His mana's almost on par with Olivia's. Looks like he's going to be a pain for everyone else. If he tries something on me though… well, I'll show him what real regret feels like. Iyah iyah, hopefully it won't come to that." A thin smirk twisted across his face, eyes glinting.
The other eight introduced themselves in quicker succession:
David, third, whose sharp eyes seemed to weigh everyone like meat at the butcher.
Emily, fourth, polite but distant.
Asher, fifth, friendly and laughed a bit too loud.
Isaac, sixth, calm and unreadable.
Mila, seventh, pretty but with her nose tipped up haughtily.
Anthony, eighth, bouncing with restless energy.
Layla, ninth, reserved yet observant.
Dylan, tenth, who snorted like everything was beneath him.
"The rest… well, some of them are decent, though David, Mila, and Dylan—ugh, attitude problems galore," Aether thought, rolling his eyes. "Mila's clearly talented, her mana flares every time she so much as breathes, but the way she's looking down on everyone… Tch. Typical."
Soon enough the headmaster reclaimed center stage.
"I hope you chosen ones will uphold your duties and keep your performance worthy of your titles. Remember—students with sufficient power can replace you. Keep that firmly in mind."
Aether smirked, arms folded. "As if any replacements are coming soon… not with these monsters standing there. Though who knows? Life's fun like that."
The headmaster's speech drew to a close. "Alright students, this concludes today's proceedings. Take this opportunity to forge friendships, explore the academy grounds. Remember—classes commence tomorrow. Good luck."
With that, he swept offstage, his robe fluttering dramatically, leaving the new students to spill out into the courtyards and walkways, buzzing with excited chatter.
Aether stretched his arms above his head with a yawn. "But I gotta say it… their uniform is pretty damn nice." His eyes narrowed with playful envy. The chosen ones wore capes with subtle silver embroidery, their academy emblems etched in shining thread. "I wonder if joining some club gets me a fancy outfit too… Ah, never mind. Waste of time. Better to hone myself. Besides, why do I feel like something's brewing… ugh, getting chills here."
And almost as if fate wanted to prove his instincts right, a shrill voice exploded across the courtyard.
"Aetherrr!"
Aether flinched so violently he nearly tripped over his own feet. "Ack—! Oh hell, I know that voice… don't let it be her."
He pivoted reluctantly—just in time to be crushed in an iron embrace.
"H-Huff—can't… breathe…" Aether wheezed, feebly pushing against her arms. When she finally let go, he gasped like he'd been drowning.
"What are you doing here, wait—why are you even here, Claire?" Aether's exhausted glare should have withered flowers.
Claire only puffed out her cheeks, pinching his. "What! Is that any way to greet your big sister? This is my academy too, genius. Do I need a royal permit to show up where my adorable brother is? If so—show me." She poked his forehead.
Aether groaned, shutting her up with his palm over her mouth. "I told you not to call me your brother. And if you can avoid speaking to me at all, that'd be just lovely. Honestly… haiysh."
Claire peeled his hand off, eyes glinting mischievously. "Ah? But I missed you~ Besides, you're so cute when you're flustered. Don't worry, I won't embarrass you too much… today."
[To be continued…]
(insert overly dramatic JoJo's Theme)
📜 About Claire Ryens:
Name: Claire Ryens
Age: 17
Appearance: Long white hair like winter silk, skin pale as moonlight, striking blue eyes that sparkled like crystals. Taller than most boys at 180 cm.
Personality: Friendly, playful, effortlessly chatty, but fiercely protective of Aether.
Hobby: Spending time with family (especially tormenting her brother).
Occupation: Aspiring mage.
Status: Single (though plenty of hopefuls hover around her, much to Aether's dismay).