Message from Author: Enjoy my magical world of Elemente. Sorry, I couldn't get the chapter titles on the scroll thingy, titles are too long. Tried really hard.

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Chapter 1

May B

May stared at her fancy book, Love Spells Year 1 covered in rich metallic pink leather at Chapter 18, the Love Bunny. In the book, there were instructions on how to summon the love bunny, illustrated with a cute little bunny with pink fur. Perhaps the most noticeable characteristic of the bunny were probably the teeth. The bunny's teeth were large, able to embed it's teeth in even the toughest steel in the universe, iragasabium.

What kind of spell is that? It looks stupid! she thought. May has never been good at conjuring elemental spells, yet she knew all the book's content by heart. Even after reading chapter 18 dozens of times, she could not conjure the spell. Her teacher, Professor Iota I was at the front of the classroom, approving well conjured Love Bunnies which was now hopping around the classroom creating havoc. Screams flew across the classroom and May tried to ignore it unsuccessfully.

Wonderful, now everyone else is able to perform it! May thought glumly. At least she now has more examples on this.

Iota giggled and swished her wand and the bunnies were gone. The classroom immediately died down. If you think about it, the classroom is enormous. No, it is nothing like a classroom at all in size. Iota's teaching classroom is comparable to size of a large gymnasium! Professor Iota is at least ten years old in her opinion, far too young to be even teaching apprentices like her! The staff in the School of Enchanted Love is all over the age of eighteen and quite tall while Iota is, well, a midget. Iota has brown hair with huge irregular buns on the side of her head.

Who does she think she is, Leia? May thought. May couldn't say anything like that for Iota was one of the most enjoyable teacher. Ironically, Iota is very strict when teaching, unmatched by any professor older than her, like her twin brothers and sisters and talking about them is just another load of shocking servings. May did not need more heart attacks throughout her learning. What ticks her off is that Iota is a teacher younger than her by one year, and this news gave her quite a large heart attack. It was indeed horrific news when she found out about Iota's age from others who love to spread rumor as the School of Enchanted Love is known for this. May got back to work. She waved her fancy wand (that cost her a fortune to buy because for some reason, a very powerful wand chose her) and May waved it in a complex motion, A glowing trace of pink wisp of energy followed her wand as if it was a paintbrush in the air, letting off magical strokes and she tapped it. The spell exploded with pink gas everywhere. The sound emitted from her explosion gave her immediate attention. Panic spread very quickly around the room. Everyone in the classroom looked at her.

"Sorry for that…" May said weakly.

"May, who do you think you are? The Headmistress? You can't create a spell at all! There is already an explosion spell!" a girl with pigtails sneered with pleasure. The class erupted with laughter. May blushed beet red. Her anger flooded back to her in an instant and she shut her book.

Just then, the floating heart in the center of the classroom burst, the signal to move classes. May watched as the heart reformed.

"Oh class, for the ones who can't perform this spell, it is for homework! Practice makes perfect!" Professor Iota beamed.

May groaned and walked back to her dormitory. It was almost Christmas, and after that, it was her mid term test and she is the worst in the school in elemental spells, the reason why she even attended school. At least she knew standardized spells, the only magic she was good at. Unfortunately, Elemental spells have much more power and easily put down the fuses that her standardized wand could do.

There are nine branches of magic, and each one has two strengths and weaknesses at other branches of magic. Only the first two branches of magic is required in the magical education which is Elemental and Standard magic.

Standard Magic is everyday essential spells, used in a wizard or witch's everyday lives. It can do very simple tasks like putting books away, disarming terrorists. The wand is vulnerable as the wand can snap in half, therefore losing magical power forever, even when repaired.

Elemental Magic is different as much more power is stressed in Elemental Magic. As there is more power, a form of energy called Mana. This is found in forests as trees are able to naturally create mana. Mana can also be made and brewed and it is very difficult on how it is made. Mana is a powerful energy beneficial to nature. The wand itself is made of powerful and scarce material on Earth as the wands for Elemental Magic is far more durable than standardized wands, made out of wood as well as being repaired, as magical power can be amplified from even this kind of wand.

This is May's first year at the School of Enchanted Love, classified as an Apprentice. Apprentice as a rank, defining the magical power of a magical being. Years 1, 2, and 3 hold this rank. As soon as she hits Year 4, she becomes a Magician, and after that is the rank Magical Wand, and then a true Wizard and Witch. She had a very bad experience at the start of the year when she arrived at the School. Apparently, some boy with dark, short brown hair with pale skin standing taller than most of the boys in the bus, had put a heart bomb (probably from the joke shop) on the floor beside her and as she merged in the isles of the bus to line up to the school, the bomb burst with quite an impact and knocked her out. May could never forget the look on his brown eyes, the laughter in her face.

When she woke up, she found herself in the school hospital. She had missed the opening, a feast where the staff got introduced by the headmistress who she had never seen.

Year 1 apprentices got divided into permanent dormitories in which determines their teams. There are 5 teams divided for their personalities. There is the Heart team, which May is in. The Cupid Team, a team that always ends up with couples sometime in the last year, Year 7. The third team is The Pink Team, a team who is not ashamed of standing up. The fourth team is The Flower Team, a team who loves nature. The final team in The Beauty Team, a team of OCD people.

Perfectionists, May called them, the fifth team, people who also spend too much time in mirrors and waste precious time giving useless advice to people.

The purpose of teams is to divide them into classes. Competitions are held in teams. There are no point systems as May found out. May only found this soon after from Iota, who has been May's favorite teacher despite her inability to conjure spells. She also found out that the boy's name is Dicup Treah. May could not learn any love spells and the boy had constantly teased her in class. Luckily, Iota was always at her rescue and the Dicup never tried anything in that class. May had no friends as they saw her as an incapable useless apprentice who could never conjure a single spell.

As she went up to the dormitory of the Heart, she saw her own face on a poster. A caricature to be exact. The poster glowed with incantations and a funny looking pink carton dropped in front of her. The pink carton glowed and caused an eruption of milk, flying at her pink gown with only a symbol of the school, splashing her all wet and sticky. Well, it was more like a shirt and a simple dress combined. Her pink hair now showered rainstorms of milk with an audience of Year 4s and Year 5s just arriving to see the mess and the fire in her sky blue eyes. It was particularly annoying with her bangs wet against her forehand, itching her face. Her blue headband behind her ears is especially wet, forcing her to take it off with fear of milk making her hair sticky. May walked up to the poster and looked at it carefully. The pink heart on her uniform glowed and sent a sonic wave around her personal bubble and the milk mess to oblivion. Without looking, May already knew who would put torture her like this. An idiot would know who did this if you faced him for the first months of school. Her jawline became firm as she read the artist of the poster. Who was the artist? Simple, Dicup Treah.