This is a fictional story about a Pure Poison mage going through the mage academy, with trouble amongst peers, among other people… and eventually trumping them all.
chapter 1:
Awaking to the mundane sights of his Dirty dorm room… Zielle shrugged off what little sleep he’d gotten, and got prepaired for another day of classes, and persecution from his peers, due to the fact that he did not go a tradition route of magician. He Walked out of his Dorm to emediately hear…”look its the freak” from of his lightning mage peers, putting his head into his books… he walked towards his first class of the year, basic training… which was only to last about 4 months. He ofcourse stepped in late, and after seeing the teachers glare, sat down at the closest seat possible, knowing that he was already in ****, and didnt need to cause anymore problems… the teacher then turned to the class and told them that they were going to start to learn from the first mage book that they were given days earlier… the first spell ofcourse being energy bolt… the teacher demonstrated the spell on his staff, and the students followed suite with their wands… Zielle showing a certain level above all the other students, got glares from the rest of the class… and from the teacher, who sought to correct his show boating by making him do sumthing a little more difficult… so he pointed him out of all the entire class and told him to turn to page 78 in his text… which was done reluctantly to show a page on magic claw… he looked suprized thinking that the teacher expected him to that so early, but again was done with ease… and shut the teacher up for the rest of class. Leaving his class he was assaulted by several of the people from his class who commented on his eyeliner, and nails… and how the goggles made him look like a fag, but he shrugged it off… whipped the single tear out from under his eye… and went back to his dorm, head in his books as usual, and wandred off to his dorm to sleep his problems off. shortly after… about 2 weeks, Zielle had shown enough training in all of his skills… that he teacher dumped him … in the second stage classes… and he was now amongst every other fire/poison mage in the school… well more correctly said, fire mage… not even the teacher wanted to touch the poison skills, which made him think… why not learn it too show everyone up, and he went off to class with an evil grin on his face… however that grin was whiped off his face when he found out that most second stage wizards, had no intention of making friends with him… due to the fact that he had become part of the second stage classes 3 months ahead of time, he was seen as a bother… however, this teacher was a little more supportive than the last… and asked our young prodigy what he thought the class should learn… and Zielle replied with MP eater, which pissed most of the students off… because they were hoping to learn fire arrow, which begun to plant to seeds of hate for the rest of the school year, this class being a lot longer than the first… lasted until next october, so he was in for a ride… he started on his own to learn the secrets of the poison skills, and went to class the next day to be announced that they were sparring, and that everybody needed a sparring partner… and almost instantly… the strongest in the class, who hated Zielle very much… pointed me out and said he would be his sparring partner, which was horrible, but Zielle knew things he didnt, each of them was given a petal staff and esther shield, for the round… and whomever lost stepped out of the arena, and let a new person in to challenge the victor… the teacher raised her hands, and then dropped them to signify the begining on the match… Zielle’s oponent rushed at him with the staff and lunged with it with an overhead strike, which was quickly blocked by his shield, and counterd with a magic claw… which was quickly blocked and made the mage laugh, and then got angry and cast fire arrow, which to everybodys suprize, Zielle dodged, and then hit him with a claw which was a direct hit and cut the mage severly open… but rather than relishing in the almost win, Zielle spawned a small poison sphere, and ran up to his fallen foe, and planted his hand( with poison sphere in hand)… upon his oponent’s wounds… after seeing this, the teacher emmediatly ended the fight… and the mage got up, realizing that the poison had now seeped into his nervous system… and he coverd the floor in a mixture of blood and vomit, before his feet giving out on him… and having him die within seconds.