His very own Grimoire

Called forth to be entrusted with his very own Grimoire, a memory that drove him till now unraveled.

The King stood before Marx as Marx was casting magic without the use of a Grimoire In order to save his village. Slowly beaten down because the magic Marx used wasn't for attacking. He could only use recovery, tracking, and defense magic. Hoping to hold out until the one of the twelve squads from the magicians court made their way here. Useless and beaten down, Marx watched as the King made a mockery of the attackers almost like it was child's play to him.

"Hey boy, don't be discouraged. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. It's how you use your strengths and weaknesses to your advantage that counts. And with that light magic, I hope to see you in two years, boy." The king walked away as he began tending to all the other villagers hurt and buildings damaged. But ever since then, Marx had made a promise to himself. He would never stop training and improving until one day he became the king.

Marx walked forward into the magic circle casted forth by the advisor of this ceremony.

"Are you prepared, Marx of Galisburg, to fight for the greater good? Are you prepared to accept this magical book in order to do just and right actions? If so, let the Grimoire guide you."

Marx felt his magic power spilling out as it thrived for a Grimoire to hold it in place. The group of people behind him all gossiped as this intense energy from Marx was being thrown about the room. Not calming down until a Grimoire was casted before him.

"What, what is this?!?" Marx was confused, he never possibly thought a Grimoire could exist like this. It was in rough condition with scrapes and smears all over it. Everyone in the background laughed and mocked him.

"A freak with freaky magic power and a freaky book. It seems perfect for him." The words hit Marx like he just ran into a wall. Telling him this is where his dream ends, his Grimoire was his last chance.

"No. I won't stop here. I'll show all of you guys one day. I'm going to become the King! This is just one setback, this book must be deceiving to the eye." Marx held his book close and ran out of the building trying not to show people he had tears in his eyes. The advisor felt bad, the kid had so much mana, but fate seemed to play another game.

Marx found himself alone in the woods where he trained his magical powers and with all the humiliation at the library, he never had the chance to see what spells the book held. It said 'Shield of the forsaken god' on the first page. The other ones remained blank because he had just managed to get his Grimoire, so it was common for most of it to be blank.

"Shield of the Forsaken God." A large shield of a blinding light emerged. Marx could barely look at it as the spell caster.

"Hmph, If this is my magic power, I guess I have a year until the entrance to harness as much potential as I can." With this new Grimoire he gained, he trained everyday, overcoming obstacles that got in his way. He even learned how to use his defensive magic as possible attacks. With each new day, he put it upon himself to learn something new. To become stronger then he was the last day, but alas the entrance exam to becoming part of the magicians order, and join the best squad.

The day if the entrance exam. Marx stepped foot into the large room they had prepared for it to take place in. So many people were here, so in order to remember everyone they gave each person a number. Marx being so eager to take it was number one.

"It is time for the entrance exam to begin. Now children, hold onto your Grimoires. This first test is a battle to eliminate those who have still yet to define their potential with magic." The man who spoke was none other than the master mage Gilbur of the Iron Golem squad. He flipped his Grimoire and summoned a spinner which had numbers going up to five-hundred.

"For our first fight, it will be..." He spin the spinner and it landed on number two-hundred-sixty-six. A cocky looking Noble appeared from the crowd waving his hands at everyone almost as if he already knew he would succeed.

"Number two-hundred-sixty-six against..." age spun it again. The spinning gave Marx anxiety, he just wanted to show his new power already. The spinner stopped. "Number one!" Marx smiled and walked towards the front of the room. Without even making any gesture towards anyone. He knew that as a man born in a rundown town, that acceptance wasn't gained from sucking up to people, but showing your worth.

His opponent stood there and laughed. "I didn't think I would get off this easily, but getting to fight a simple commoner, I guess these exams really aren't that hard." Marx was wearing lowly clothing, that easily made him look like a 'simple commoner'.

Marx exchanges blows with him, " Well this simple commoner might just be the end of your path." Marx' Grimoire waited for its spells to be used.

"BEGIN!" Gilbur yelled. Both looked blessed by mana, he smiled. Muttering under his breath he said "Once again, my spinner finds a way to pair the best match-ups."

Marx was the first to use a spell, one of the spells he learned while under the harsh conditions he put himself under to train. "Battlefield of Light!"

The spell new used enhanced his movements and gave Marx the ability to foresee his opponents next attack. 'Wind magic' the sense almost instantly sprung. An attack straight towards him from head on. Quickly side stepping, leaving after images where he was. The blow made a huge smoke screen from the wind connecting with the rock of the building making it look like he got hit.

"Ha, that's what you get commoner. You're puny spell was nothing." He laughed until Marx emerged from the smoke unscathed.

"Take it back, that 'puny spell' will be your downfall." The Battlefield of Light was an idea by none other than his father, and he wasn't going to let anyone talk trash about it.

"Take it back? You survived that by sheer luck. Try to survive my next attack." The nobles magic power surged outwards as he casted a large wind spell. They flew at Marx at incredible speed, and knowing he couldn't dodge the multiple attacks about to connect, Marx casted his own.

"Shield of the Forsaken God!" A large blinding shield of light blocked the large mass of wind that was sent towards Marx. "I was hoping to keep this a secret until further on." Marx used his opportunity to get distance on the noble and casted forth another spell.

"Enchanted Angel's breath!" A large smoke bomb of pure white covered the battlefield, but only affected the noble. The stronger mages of the group of people sitting on the sidelines could sense it though. Marx made his way through the smoke using it in his advantage while the noble just slashed at nothing with his wind magic.

"Come out of there you brat! You can't hide forever." Marx could tell he was beginning to get tired from recklessly using his magic. His time to strike was now, he jumped out of the smoke in the small circle the noble stood in that wasn't dogged up.

"Fortifying magic, Armor of Michael!" Light armor formed around his body. With the time he had, Marx struck the noble in the face sending him into the smoke which soon dispersed. The noble looked defeated, but slowly stood back up.

"You'll pay for that. Rising Tornado!" A large tornado was summoned onto the battlefield destroying everything it came in contact with.

Marx started speaking, but suddenly fell as a wind strike hit him from the behind and stopped him.

Laughing maniacally the noble said "Now die peasant, be proud you made it this far." Marx thoughts spoke from the memories inside of him. 'Was your promise to yourself just a joke to you? Are you gonna fail already. Disappointing.' Marx looked at the ground and slowly shifted his head to the ceiling. 'No, I worked so hard, I won't give up. As long as I can fight, I will.' Marx' Grimoire opened to a new page with a new spell. 'Teleporting magic, Light Feet' The words we're right there for Marx to see, but he had almost no time to chant the spell.

"Light Feet!" He teleported right behind the noble, calling forth a special combo he made. "Shield of the Forsaken God! Armor of Michael!" Using the Armor of Michael to punch the shield into the noble squishing him into the ground. The magic made a dent into the ground where the noble now laid unconscious.

'Interesting the boy didn't use a single attack spell, and managed to win.' Gilbur thought. The other captains of the squads on their chairs were quite interested themselves. All of the spells Marx kept up dispersed as he fell to the ground. The teleporting spell required a large amount of mana that Marx wasn't aware of.

"The winner is number one!" Marx wasn't unconscious, but his body was quite heavy. The healing mages on the side ran to the field and picked up the two mages and began healing them.

"Now, thanks to these two wonderful mages, you guys should have an idea of what we may expect."

Marx was given a mana recovery potion as he sat on the sideline breathing hard. People kept their distance from him because of his scary strength. Marx now had to wait for the next test, which would hopefully be just as interesting.