Important A.N.: Please read this before you start with this story. Actually, my Native Speak isn't English, and I'm pretty bad at it. ( I really do suck in this subject, especially in grammar). I would really like it, if you would review the story, or at least tell me when i did some stupid error (like always). I really try my best and I checked it twice, but I'm pretty sure that I did overlooked something.

A.N: Before we start with this story, you all need to know what happend before. These things are ... well, this is were things take places...

Preview

He spitted blood from his mouth, not so little, but it was understandable, if you got punched in your abdomen, the stomach to be exactly. Especially when you get hit with quite hard magic. He wallowed on the earth in pain, his arms clinging to his pained part. The blood got mixed with dust, the screaming person got all dirty.

Howl just looked at this figure of what-so-ever in disgust. He hold his left upper arm where blood dripped from a long cut. His hair was a mess and the crow around them screamed all sorts of calls, but he didn't understand them well. His hearth beated like it couldn't realise, that the magic fight was over. Truth to be said Howl Pendragon didn't start this fight, nor did he use at first magic. Everybody in the Sorcery Academy knew that Howl didn't like this pitiful figure on the ground, and it was the same the other way round. The fight actually started because Howl got verbally attacked really badly. It was on his way to his private magical lesson by Ms. Pentstemmon when everything happened. After the words were spouted out, and still hanging in the air, he turned around to face his offender.

"Do you have some urge to die immediately? ", he asked.

"Well I'm just telling the truth. Everybody things of you like this"

"I'm pretty sure it isn't at all like this. So do you want to pick a fight with me?"

"Actually yes. I waited for you to ask."

And with that a fist flew directly to Howls face. But Howl had a rather good statue and he was good in sports, since he trained Rugby. He dodged it and a crow gathered around the two fighters. Very soon after that everybody could see that Howl was the stronger one and the better fighter. He was supposed to be the winner. But than, the loosing person used magic, because he didn't want to loose to Howl Pendragon, the new Mage Star on his school. He looked way better than himself, the ladies all swooned when he walked past them, he got brains, talent and fantasy. He was just perfect. In everything better than himself. Howl got cut on his upper arm and turned very angry. He just murmured a few words, for him a simple spell, but the effects were really impressive.

The crow was beginning to leave when the teachers caught attention of the two mates. One was by Howl, two by the Looser. When the teacher walked away with Howl, scolding him for doing such reckless things, the hurted person spit out something that froze Howl's blood.

"Just you wait, Howell Jenkins, one day I will get you for this! If you ever find that starry-haired maiden you dreamed of, I will make sure you will never forget the pain she is going to take because of you! As soon you find her, I will take her and break her mind, soul, her very being. I swear, I will find a way to achieve this goal! Just you wait!"

Howl turned around. He hated it to be called by his birth name. But much more he hated this disgusting and pitiful figure, which was hold back by two teachers. And he started to feel the emotion of terror.

"From the two of us, you are truly the only one that deserves to be called heartless, KeylSmith.", Howl said with a cool attitude. From this day on these two mages were archenemies.

Last A.N.: I'm not sure, when I will have time to write the next chapter, because school is busy since weeks and I'm in my last year, so it will be as twice as stressful as normally. I hope it won't be that long. hope ya' liked it all. even if not, thanks for reading