Mahyahn

"Alright orphan, spit it out. How the hell did you get in here? " Inquired a tall well-built boy towering over Zail.

"I am sorry, what?!"

"And on top of that, you don't even have any powers. So, either you tell me first and then get beaten or I beat you first."

Zail tends to have a very stoic expression when threatened.

"Settle down everyone." Demanded Ms Dyna

"Tch! This isn't over." The boy of colour left Zail with a threat.

"Good morning class is what I would say but this morning, unfortunately, is not that good. Well, at least not for you for today is when you use your powers for the first time and believe me, it hurts."

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They stood in the biggest arena in Seanto owned by the school itself, it has been the house for several events for many years.

"Hey, it's Zail, right?"

"Yeah."

"I am Michaela, but you can call me Ella, at least that is what everyone calls...."

The young, pretty and a little short girl was interrupted by the uproar caused by something unknown falling which created a big crater.

A few brave ones walked closer for a peak.

The something was a barrel which broke on its crash launching the weapons it was carrying onto the ground.

Swords, it was big swords, chains, axes, weapons, shiny weapons, many of them.

Zail and Michaela looked at each other before walking over to the crater.

"Doritians! Line up with your family" spoke the water descendant in a commanding voice. It was the first time any of them heard one of the descendants speak.

"Today you will be one of us, today you will join our brethren for good." continued the shadow descendent.

"Today you will be among the gods." finished the fire descendent.

"Which family are you from Zail?" Inquired Ella.

"I am not."

"What do you mean you are not? You didn't have a family meeting?"

"No such thing."

"Line up!" Yelled the fire descendant.

"Face these weapons, raise your hands and call out its name and the Mahyahn will choose you. Ksal Dourri. Ksal Dourri, Ksal Dourri "

The chanting echoed throughout the arena. It was on the scale where it could be heard across Seanto. The weapons raised themselves and move towards the students of their choosing as they glowed the same way as the student.

A magnificently beautiful sword with an ominous purple aura approached Michaela.

"It appears that 'The Lord of Darkness', Erebus, has chosen their master." explained the shadow descendent.

One after the other everyone was being chosen but Michaela was covered in the most elegant suit as compared to anyone else. It was white with purple, exposing in the areas of the abdomen and neck, she wore a crown made of dark gold and black crystals.

"You there, orphan, you are not to be chosen. Walk forward and pick yourself a weapon," said Ms Dyna, surprising Zail as he thought kindly of her.

He followed his teacher and walked towards the weapons. As he approached them the weapons started to move away from him making everyone about the peculiarity of the situation.

Frustrated, Zail closed his eyes and hummed. A rather rusty sword flew into his hands causing a mass of demeaning laughter.

"Settle down now. Move out to the seating in the arena and you will be called when it's time for your mock battle. Our academy is equipped with the finest of healers, so go all out but no killing." continued the blue-eyed Dyna.

The battles proceeded one family at a time. First the Light family, shadow family, Earth family, Water family and finally the Fire family.

"Zail, you will be taking on the fire descendent." called out Ms Dyna.

Zail walked onto the ground with his rusted sword facing the fire descendant.

As soon as the voluptuous teacher called out the start of the match Zail's right cheek started to burn, only fire could be seen on the descendant's finger, Zail was cut by Aytar Zoaran in an instant. Almost every single individual there cheered against Zail.

On a closer look, Aytar was pissed by how stoic Zail was after his fire arrow. Aytar unsheathed his blades and scarred Zail's hand this time. The attack was too quick for Zail to react or so thought the observers.

It took years for Aytar to master his technique so he knew he did not strike once; it was three strikes out of which only the least fatal one landed. He could not understand how but he knew that Zail dodged his attacks.

Aytar continued to attack with increasing intensity, each time one strike more than the latter. To everyone else, Zail was simply getting beaten by Aytar but he could see that out of however many he strikes only one landed on him and that too was the least lethal one.

"How are the mock battles coming along." asked the dean who was unusually late.

"There is one going on right now, last for the day and the Zoaran is fighting," replied Ms. Dyna.

"Oh! Who is the poor guy he is fighting."

"It's the orphan."

"What?" the dean quickly moved towards the balcony to see. He caught Zail slowly reaching for his sword while being slashed by the frustrated fire descendant.

"Stop him." said the dean who now began sweating.

"I am sorry what did you say, sir?"

"Stop Aytar!" yelled the dean shaking in his place.

Aytar released all his power at once and was planning of putting everything he had into a single attack. He charged in with his sword ablaze. It seemed like the end for Zail. Aytar's sword was less than two inches from Zail when it was stopped by a single finger. It was soon followed by a loud clap following which two leaf-like structures encased Aytar into a green pod.

According to the dean, that finger stopped something bad from happening and that finger that could stop Aytar was Joan's and the other hands that appeared to have saved Zail were Malik's.

Zail showed a little smile on their appearance.

Just who are these two who could so easily stop the fire descendent? Just who are Malik and Joan?

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