The Reawakened Mage

Chapter 1: Logan Thorne

Logan crouched behind a crumbling stone wall, his eyes fixed on the dusty training grounds below. His classmates, all clad in the prestigious Nexus Academy of magic uniforms, sparred and cast spells with ease.

He stood on the sidelines, his stomach twisted in envy. He looked down at his spell book in disappointment, knowing it was as good as useless in his hands.

"Pathetic," a voice sneered behind him.

Logan stilled, jumping back to at the sudden presence. He visibly paled at the sight of Aira Flynn, the strongest mage in the academy, and the head of the feared student council.

Aira swept her blonde hair back with a smirk etched on her face, eyeing Logan like he was nothing more than a spec of dust on her shoes.

"Student council president.” He kept his head low, trying to keep his voice steady. This was the norm, you dared not disrespect a member of the council, not to talk to of the president.

“Oh?” Aira scoffed. “You can go a lot lower than that.”

Just then a powerful force knocked him down. His head slammed against the concrete floor, pain shooting from his skull and blinding him for a second. The impact knocked the air out of his lungs, and he was unable to move from the pressure of her power.

Aira giggled, her green eyes glossing over in satisfaction.

“That’s better.” With a wave of her hand, she released the spell, crouching down to his eye level.

Logan groaned, already feeling the warmth of his blood flowing down his forehead. But Aira could clear less. She grabbed him by his hair, forcing him to look at her.

“Weaklings like you should be eliminated.” She spat, her lips curled in disgust, but amusement filled her gaze. Logan's chest heaved. She was enjoying this, his torment.

Ever since he got accepted into the academy, he had tried to lay low and not get any attention. His powers were unremarkable so it wasn’t hard to go unnoticed, but everything changed when Aira took him as her new toy, bullying him at every chance she got.

No one dared to oppose her, and it made fighting back useless.

“Tch.” She let him go, straightening up with a bored expression. “This is getting old.” And with that said, she left leaving him scampering to get to his feet.

Logan leaned against the wall, watching her back until it disappeared along the hall. His gaze darkened with malice, but alas there was nothing he could do.

While his peers could summon fireballs and conjure shields, Logan’s spells barely managed to make a candle flicker.

So now he dragged himself to the infirmary, a place he spent more time in than in class, as Aira wasn’t the only one who used him as her punching bag.

“You should learn how to stay out of trouble.”

Logan rolled his eyes, looking up at Miss Von. She was a petite young woman with bright blue hair and amber eyes. Miss Von was a healer at the infirmary and the only one in the academy who bothered to engage in a conversation with Logan.

Her fingers hovered over his head with a subtle golden glow, working to heal the wound Aira inflicted on him.

“Well I can’t help it, I’m a trouble magnet.” He replied with a sigh, his shoulders slumping. “Maybe I should just redraw from the academy.”

Miss Von hummed, shrugging her shoulders. “What about your dream of becoming the world’s greatest mage and bringing honor to your orphanage.”

Logan settled in silence for a moment. The orphanage was his home, and when he discovered his powers, they were all excited, urging him to become a mage. But he spent more time in the academy, Logan realized how far he was from making his dreams a reality.

“I can't become the world's greatest mage if my spell book only has one page.”

Miss Vonn sighed, her gaze darting to the spell book.

“An average mage starts with fifteen pages after awakening their powers, then the pages increase as they improve their powers.”

Logan grimaced, “Please stop you sound like those snobby teachers. I already know that I'm lame, no need to remind me.”

Miss Von chuckled fondly. “Don't be too hard on yourself sport. I have been a healing mage for ten years, and I'm stuck at fifty pages.”

Logan gave her a dry look. “Are you flexing on me right now?”

Von threw her head back and laughed. “That was my attempt to console you brat.”

“It's a shitty attempt.”

“Oh, but is that a smile I see on your face?”

Logan turned away from her, his cheeks dusting pink at her tease. “What smile,” he scoffed, but he couldn't just deny that he felt better than when he arrived. Von always had a way with words, and she was the only one who made him feel like a human.

Von shook her head at him, then she stepped back to inspect her wound. “You're healed and ready for another beating.”

Logan jumped off the chair, “haha very funny.” he said dryly, and she responded by ruffling his hair. “Stop that.” he slapped her hand away, and she raised it in mock surrender.

“So you're still not going to tell me who's been bullying you to this point?” her playful tone softened, and Logan bit his tongue, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

There was no way he could tell her because he feared Aira would get her kicked out if he did.

“It's not important.” so he brushed the topic off.

Von regarded him in silence, then she heaved out an exhausted sigh. “Stubborn as always.”

“I’ll be heading out now,” Logan called as he turned to leave, but Von blocked his path, handing him a bottle of potion.

“Take this if you get hurt again.”

Logan stared at the bottle in suspicion. It was unlike any potion he had ever seen. “What is that?”

“It's called the elixir of Caelus.”