It was the best of times for mages. it was the worst of times for the normies. The sun shined bright for us mages in our lovely garden of madness. While knowing that the freaks outside breath the poison they so deserve. My waste of meat balls on my chest jiggle at the first time my feet reach the cold ground, and at the first sight my gaze reaches to the table in the corner of my bedroom. There lies the usual letter with the stack of money that the creepy old guy likes to bring me when I sleep.

  The water as always runs in my perfectly clean bathroom, but of course the water is cold every early morning so I cast the spell of heat, heating up the ice water and as I enter the shower I get warped to the entrance of my house, with only my towel on. There lies my fat ass gym teacher that is way too happy to see me.

  “Hey there beautiful, why don’t you take off that weird clothing of yours and let your perfect body loose.” she says

  I stick my freshly done nails into his nostril and turn my heat magic way up.

  “Ow, ow, your hurting me you damn brat!”

  I ignore his disgusting words at me and rip her nose off, but as always her nose unfortunately grew back as soon as the old one burnt off.

  “For a first class mage in your field of expertise, I was hoping for a bit better.”

  “Next time I will, rip you to a million pieces and take you to the dept of the sea in a case and you would wish you never crossed paths with me.”

  “...Alright girl relax it isn’t that serious.”

  My perfect green eyes burn bright red with passionate rage.

  She backs up, hands up, sweat flowing from her forehead. Each step she takes a heavy breath leaves her mouth.

  “Th- there, you had to leave early today!” she screams, her legs giving up on her as she collapses to the ground.

  I try to find in my memory what this pig is talking about, but it doesn’t last long as it hits me like a truck.

  “Oh shit,” I cover my mouth. “Today’s the tournament for the class president position.”

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  I kick her to the head, but she doesn’t seem to respond and instead is having a nap on the dirty ground.

  “Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday!”

  But still there is no response so I jump on her back and cast with two arms behind me my body leaning right towards the front of the school that’s a mile away.

  “Zinc!”

  I cast the low level wind spell and the ugly bastard starts sliding faster and faster towards my destination. The dust on the ground now getting higher as I’m at the maximum speed limit, but with only one minute left I increase my spells power.

  “Zincual!”

  After casting the medium grade magic the blood river the bastards body was producing had increased to the point where half of her body was gone, but her regeneration was still faster.

  From the speed with my all seeing eye I saw in front of me a ramp reaching to the top of the sky. I flew right towards it and we both were as high as a balloon and are headed strait to the school with great precision.

  As we land the impact causes high wind and blood to scatter around that removes every girls uniforms.

  “Kala”

  I cast a telekinesis and all seeing eye spell to pick the prettiest short skirt and suit and I flew back into the air and with quick motion put the clothing on before I finally land on one knee. Standing back up I brush my red hair out of my face gloriously to the back.

  “Draven!” I scream. “I’m here you fucker, and I’m here to take your place as the new student council president!”

  The sound of soft breathing comes behind me.

  “Well aren’t you feisty this morning Ryn.”

  My hand closed into a fist and a heat spell covering my hand I punch behind me, but he dodges with a back flip.

  His infuriating smirk ruins his beautiful feminine face with his gorgeous black hair. The skinny body of his is as relaxed as ever that he doesn’t even have his hands out.

  “The fight hasn’t even started yet and you already throw hands at me,” a giggle leaves his mouth. “You wouldn’t want me to report this to the homeroom teacher would you.”

  “Figures a weakling like you would be a teachers pet.”

  “It is my duty to report this situation to the teachers—” his expression becomes serious. “but it’s not everyday you get to beat up a annoying person.”

  With two fingers inward he beacons me.

  “Why don’t we start right now?”

  “I’d gladly beat you to a pulp pretty boy.”

  Draven picks up the head of the bastard from her hair.

  “Miss Ophelia, will you please be a witness to this battle.”

  “Of course I would love to do it my dear boy, but in return I would like to lick your ne—”

  He throws her head to the bush.

  “Then we’ll start when we get the approval to start.”

  We both stand opposite from each other, hands under the hip. With a crowd of student watching our stand off in a circle motion with most of them having their phones out recording for the fight to come. The wind blows from the east turning the sunny day in to a cold nightmare.

  “Begin!” the bastard screams.

  We both release our magical power, all of the crowd that was gathered around us is now flown away by my great magic prowess, and I guess his too. I’m releasing the hot magma of the heat spell, while his just giving out lighting from all over from his body. I raise my hand for a fireball, but he somehow appears in front of me and the last thing I saw was a lightning filled fist hitting my face.