PoorPoet

He awoke in a familiar world—one that had been utterly transformed.

The school he once knew had become an academy of arcane arts, where students were trained not in science and math, but in the mysterious forces of magic. The goal? To become powerful magicians.

Beyond the city walls, magical beasts and monstrous creatures roamed freely, preying on humans and spreading fear.

Technology and logic had given way to spells and sorcery. Yet, in this new world, some things had not changed: he was still at the bottom of society. A poor student with a struggling father and a stepsister bound to a wheelchair.

But then he discovered something extraordinary.

While most could only master a single element of magic—fire, water, wind, or earth—he was different.

He was a Dark Magi.

The Dark Magi's Ascension

"Daris, where do you learn to fight like this?" Kevin asked while walking with us. "I'm curious about your strange knowledge."

"I learned it by myself." I lied to him. "That's the truth."

"Wow, from your earlier staunt. I could grasp that you're experienced in fighting opponents bigger than yourself… How could you manage it?" He smiled, his eyes gleaming with envy and hidden jealousy inside. He didn't directly state his motives to me. I can feel it from his body language.

"It isn't a big deal my friend. I had learnt a lot from my instructor that's all he is really good fighter then me as his name is Shon ellen."

"Shon Ellen?" he was puzzled for a moment thinking of the Owner of the name. He helplessly said, " I never heard of him before from the teacher. I believe that he is much stronger than our own teachers, that's how skilled you're daris." He tried to flatter me.

Confrontation {2}