Standing in the centre of the world, they say that an academy was built nearly as high as the havens themselves; surrounded by various tall and intimidating buildings, those that hold much great importance to the world and its adversaries. At the very top of a mountain of miraculous height, with a various glorious foundation of optimism itself; Hope peeks academy.

Its architecture is incredibly odd, in resemblance to an old mansion in a highly modern yet mysterious city. It's an ultra-exclusive high end academy, what's odd is that almost nobody seems to know about it, it's shrouded in anonymous and cryptic information which is for the governments eyes only.

There is only one rumor that I truly know of, Graduate? You are destined to a fabulous lifestyle of fame and riches. I also know that during it's almost 800 years of history every single student escalated their roles into beyond what they had with them when they entered.

It's goal? To raise the earths 'hope' that will hold this planets future in its arms, that defiantly sounds exciting. I only see from the dusted and decaying, silver coated sign on the wall 'Hopes peek: Promoting the planets confidence one…' and then in trails off into deterioration; sort of sad really.

To be accepted here as a student you must fulfill both qualifications.

A. You must be currently enrolled at a high-school, anywhere in the world.

B. You must excel at your destined field, whatever it may be.

Only one which applies to me.

Hello, my name Ivan, Ivan Braginski. And I stand in front of this wondrous mansion like school, thinking…why?

As you can probably tell, I am just an ordinary high-school student, I have no exceptional talents or skills, the only thing odd about me is that people seem to be slightly afraid of me; I have an incredibly hard time telling why though, or that perhaps I can drink a lot of vodka and not get drunk or ill despite being underage. I have no powers, I can't even kick a football into a goal post, without a goal keeper!

I have basic likes and dislikes, nothing really odd there. If I did have any positive personality traits, I would say that I consider everyone my friend, I am generally a warm loving person, not that very many people actually see me that way.

Although it gives me great confusion, there is somewhat of a reason why such an insignificant person would be entering a mansion of learning such as this.

Such an extraordinary and thought-provoking place chills me with its presence. It all happened yesterday, on an internet bulletin board. It was intriguing, each student possessing a unique and special talent, far past the average expected for anyone, young or old. They were each given a title 'Super high school level'. One young boy know as 'Super high school level blogger' he appeared to have bright red eyes and a bright expression on his face. Another 'Super high school level composer; with large glasses and deep brown hair. A third with dirty blond hair and purple framed glasses, something unsettled me about his appearance, I couldn't tell what though, he was known as 'Super-high school level hero'. Super high school level leader, Super high school level cross dresser, Super high school level romantic, Super high school level cat lover, the list went on and on.

It made me feel like I had fallen head first into a pack of wolfs whilst wearing a sheep's costume, I would surely get eaten up and spat back up.

And to further the mystery of this grand building lost within the puzzle of earth. None of the children on the list appeared anywhere I searched on the internet. It's as if their existence had been wiped completely clean from any knowledge source.

And then…well you get me…who wouldn't get any internet searches anyhow, I have no achievements or merits for any field what so ever. This drove some of my thoughts wild, how could someone as ordinary as me get into a place such as this? How could I possibly match up against such remarkable 'super high school level' students?

It says so, however on the acceptance letter. 'Congratulations, you have been picked from a large draw circulating every high school on the planet'. 'As a winner of such an amazing draw, you shall be awarded and attended our fabulous high school as 'Super high school level good-luck'.

The made it stupidly clear in the letter that the only reason I am to attended this place is plain and simple luck.

Standing here and trembling, this is probably just a huge misunderstanding; perhaps they will let me go after I enter, knowing they sent it to the wrong person. It would make sense at least.

After some time I stopped freezing in a dramatic statue position for at least half an hour. Even though I would usually be the person to rush straight inside without forward thought, something about this place…made me stop. And I just don't know why. I looked at my letter again, the edges where scratched off, and their where stains at the side of page. I looked at its text once again, 'New students report to the hall: 9pm.'.

After some time I eventually plucked up the courage to open it's great doors with old, golden hinges and dusted, chipped wooden frames. Giving it a heavy push, reveled a quiet entrance hall, with not another human in sight. I started to wonder to myself. The hall itself had cold marble flooring and unwelcoming white columns and statues which seemed to look you in the eye. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls they were placed on. Despite all the obvious decay and scrap it was fairly clean, it also had a bright red carpet with some gold outline too it. It almost made you feel like a celebrity, but then again, most of the other here probably felt like that all the time.

I peered at the large grandfather clock situated in the corner '8:10' so there was still a good 50 minutes left before everyone had to get here. Perhaps it was just my nerves, I came here too early simply because of that, which is very odd because I don't usually worry that much. But going to a new high-school full of people excelling in fields destined to become famous would be somewhat intimidating even to me.

"Perhaps I will just take a look around, it's an amazing place to be in anyway" I said cheerfully to myself. Taking my first steps into what seemed like a great day…turned so very different…

Suddenly to stomach started to churn and my mind began to warp causing my vision to become sickening and blurred. I wound and wound deep inside me; I felt like I was being turned inside out and spun around at a light-speed loop.

After the loop came, dangerous darkness as the world around began to fade out to complete black, feeling little pain as I hit the floor with a 'thud'.

And…that is where my life ended.


Begin Part 1: Welcome to Despair in Hopes academy.