The young conjurer got up at long last, but the magic clock still read 5 am. The conjurer, sitting up in his bed, yawned before slipping out, quickly setting his bed and dressing into his own armor, already glowing with authority. The wizard quickly left the dormitory where he was staying, as he would have to eat before graduation.
Thus, the young man came quickly through the corridors, intending to head to the Great Hall. His fellow conjurers were all up already, waiting patiently for their comrade to arrive. They respected him, as his family was an ancient and dynastic one. The Sunglade family was one of the most powerful families, having connections to the extremely powerful Mythsword and Stormwatch families, two very ancient and dynastic clans whose bloodlines extend all the way to the quasi-legendary Drake family, whose ability to control both the weather and the creatures of myth was particularly noted.
Thomas appreciated the applause, and thus, he strolled into the Great Hall proudly. He walked with a swagger only found in those who were self-confident and courageous. Thomas Sunglade casually strolled his way to where his three friends were seated, as he trusted them. The youngest-looking of the four friends was a royal himself, Royce Winterwood V. Royce's family was skilled in the art of sorcery, being able to balance the Six Great Disciplines. However, they were the kings of the Kingdom of Swadia. The Swadian monarchy was currently undergoing turmoil. Royce's paternal cousins bickered constantly over the state, while Royce was busy studying at Linsyce Academy.
The two girls were good friends: Daisy Flintrider and Mackayla Pinewalker. Daisy's family was comprised of Storm wizards, and she was probably the most loyal ally anyone could have because of her unwavering loyalty to friends, even if her magic got a little bit too wild. Mackayla's family was one of a healing clerical class, of Life wizards. They were also hunters under the Winterwood family, becoming the only family to hold the title of "Chief Magistrate of Hunting."
Thomas sat down, happily eating his food as his group discussed the graduation.
"I hear a really wise leader might be in store for us, Team 7," Daisy inserted.
"True," Mackayla confirmed, "I hope he's a good-looking one."
Royce and Thomas turned to each other and murmured, "Girls."
Then Royce added, "I hear he's a conjurer. They're always great at strategy, am I right, Thomas?"
Thomas nodded, "We've got to head over to Class Resolute Learning in fifteen minutes." He nodded to the grand, ticking clock in the food hall. His friends agreed. So, with stomachs all filled with energy, Team 7 left the Great Hall for their homeroom. The homeroom was actually a secret one.
The reason why was because it was the IB classroom. Class Resolute Learning was one of the largest rooms, probably second to the Great Hall. The class had 200 students all packed into the room, with 5 sections. The 40 IB students occupied the far right side of the sections. Then the SL sat to their left, and the AP sat in the central section. The Honors sat to the left of the AP group, and the Regulars took far left.
The graduating class of 2019 was dressed according to the students' level. All of the Regulars were decked out in your standard red and yellow graduation dress, without any special regalia. The Honors students wore three white chevrons on the back of their grad gowns. The AP students were dressed up with a blue collar placed round their neck, which hung over the shoulders. The SL students wore a silvery gray cord which wrapped round their neck to hang over the chest. The IB students, being the highest level of scholarly achievement, were all wearing their own armor and weapons, a testament to their extremely advanced skill and intelligence. Even the IB teams' location in their section was rather odd.
Team 7, whose four members had gotten A++++ in all of their classes and exams, was seated on the highest desk of the far right section. This clearly marked them as the most powerful team of the class of 2019.
As the students sat and chatted, Professor Oliver Flintmore entered the room at exactly 8 am sharp. Laying down his folders, the professor cleared his throat once.
The whole class grew silent.
"I congratulate all of you on surviving another year. I also wish good luck for the 40 IB students. To the 21 Toppers and their 19 co-leaders, congrats!" Flintmore declared loudly.
"I believe they have arrived. Team Leaders, come in!"
The finely-armored team leaders entered the room promptly. They were only ten. The first four, as everybody could probably guess, would lead the Toppers. The next three would take the 19 IB kids. The remainder would pick out the top two AP teams.
"Oliver Highrock…Amadeo Wolfstar…Lilybeth Starshield…and Sabrina Gryphonheart…the top four team leaders," Flintmore introduced them.
Oliver was the first team leader. With his name introduction begun, the first team was to be decided.
"So, this is Linsyce Academy for Wizardry and Witchcraft, huh? I did graduate from here. Hmph, you all are quite skilled. Tch, this is hard to pick…" Oliver lazily said.
"Besides, I'm too intelligent and I'm too badass on my accord. But, if I pick any team from the IB Class… Well, then, you IB kids. Congrats. You made it." The IB kids sat up, impatiently waiting.
"Team 7. Get up." The class turned immediately as the four-man team's jaws dropped.
They made their way down, to the classroom floor.
"I pick Team 7 because of their abnormal…unity. I was there, observing the Survival and Flight Challenges. Of all the teams, Team 7 was the only team who seemed too naturally connected."
"Thomas, with his analytical mind, strategically prepared the team. Royce, with his skill as a swordsman, was the fine defender. Daisy, with her mad storm magic, was a great hitter. Mackayla, with her caring personality, healed her allies accordingly. So yes, I pick you, Team 7."
Then, Oliver announced aloud: "Oh, I almost forgot. I'm Linsyce's adjunct strategist. I plan on protecting this place as long as my blood runs and my breath rises and falls."
Flintmore stood there, completely caught off guard. "Who are you?"