Fortis, or World Magic Academy

One

Concentrate. Concentrate. Concen- ugh

Fortis sighed. He can't do it, again.

It's been a month since he enrolled in Magic I school and he still can't complete the most basic magic properly. Controlling the flow of his magic to produce a bit of power of his element, which he still don't know what until now.

When he was 11, he accidentally produced this tiny flame on his fingertip. So he and his parents automatically thought that he's a wielder of fire, the strongest element second to lightning. Due to their, his parents, jouyous state of mind, they enrolled him at this school and he began to attend it when he turned 13.

Until now, he can only produce that tiny flame so he was so flabbergasted when he was told by the school that that flame is not what a wielder of flame has. His is blue, almost like lilac, while the wielder of flames are as red as the fire of hell.

So back in the present, his classmates are already at the stage of summoning their familiars while he is still stuck on figuring out what kind is his element. His tiny flame is not even growing in size no matter how hard he follow their professor's teaching.

He's close on giving up but he remembered the face of happiness of his parents when he was accepted. He smiled and positioned himself again for the training.

His concentration was interrupted by a sudden slam of the classroom door. His classmates are already getting back from familiar summoning training and one of the students who are flooding the room is Jason, the strongest in this school and the one with the most bad attitude towards Fortis.

"Hey weak-tis! You're still practicing? Why don't you drop out already if you can't even do that?" He said while laughing together with his minions. This i***t even made a name for me.

I just ignored him and got back on practicing. My other classmates are snickering and Jason's idiotic party are still saying something.

I'm almost there. Almost...

My soul felt like it left my body when Jason kicked me hard on my side. I almost lost my breath because of the pain. I kneeled on the floor gasping.

"You dared to ignore me huh?! How's that taste? Do you feel your "magic" flowing now?" He said and loomed over me. His mouth smiling but his eyes were not. He looks like he wants to kill me.

I felt so angry. I want to tear him apart but I'm just weak. I bit my lower lip because of this feeling of anguish.

Jason is aiming to punch me when our professor barged in the room. One of my classmate seems to went outside to call for help.

"What in the world are you doing?!" Professor Seb angrily said before pointing his finger to Jason. A gust of air surrounded him and lifted him up.

"Jason! Do you understand the consequences of what you did?!"

Jason just shrugged and glared at me. He can't even respect his professor.

"Can someone care to explain what's happening?" A cold voice asked.

My classmates, including Jason, froze at the sight of a beautiful woman standing behind Professor Seb.

It's Melinda Rosv. One of the legendary heroes and an instructor in World Magic Academy. The dream school of all magicians.