Chapter 7: The Beginning

"Your Highness, you need to wake up".

Zeus, now named as Vander has a scowl on his face. He was having a great time lying in the covers of his new bed. It was indeed different, to be treated with care, to be adopted into royalty.

"Five more minutes, Zephyr".

"Your Highness, if you don't wake up, your father would be mad. Have you forgotten that today is your first day of your studies?"

Hearing this, Vander jolted awake and ran to the bathroom.

"I already have prepared your food for you so be sure to take a bath fast".

"Yeah, I get it". Vander rolled his eyes as he plunged into the spacious bath tub and enjoyed the cool waters in it. He can't believe it. Zephyr, a magical staff, that he turned into a demon keeps on calling him "Your Highness" no matter how many times he tell the demon it's fine to call him Vander. Yet, the demon is insistent to call him that. Next, his adoptive father Dusan assigned an attendant next to him to keep him out of danger. Nyarlathos is 17 years old, had dark brown hair, lavender eyes and extremely pale skin. He wears a butler's attire and is very serious in dealing with his job as Vander's attendant.

He noticed of Nyarlothos' character that the man has never smiled and only spoke when necessary. His attendant would also follow his orders without complaint and it seems his life from rags to riches did happen. He finished his bathing then proceeded to eat the food that the servants prepared at him. He was taught the right posture to eat. How to behave like a proper prince and he were made to study books all over. The right etiquette on how to treat the ladies was also included and on how to dance. Poetry and philosophy, cooking and embroidery, music and painting, dancing and chess. He was always tired all the day and his father Dusan pushed him to study at Avalile Academy.

He hadn't even mastered all the royalty lessons that were pushed into him. As he finished eating, he was accompanied by Nyarlathos and Zephyr to buy the school requirements.

"Let's see, what's left out. I have the Void Bag, Enchanted Bracelet, Ring of Bright Eveningstar, Phoenix Ink, Quill, Some Parchments, Map of Unseen Lands…"

"Your Highness, you haven't bought the Slippers of Climbing, Scaled Boots, Phoenix Cloak and several others", Nyarlathos said in a deadpan tone. "You also need to finish some poetry, dance lessons and proper etiquette after the class".

"DAMMMNNNNNN!", Vander shouted in shock.

It feels as his spirit was leaving his body as he walked along with Zephyr in the Academy. Nyarlathos left him in his own devices. He was now wearing a red robe with a black undershirt underneath. His red robe is secured with a black belt filled with pouches. On his right middle finger he wears the Ring of Bright Eveningstar and his Void Bag was carried by his servant. He was amidst the crowd of students wearing red robes along with the others.

"I, Headmaster Subtera, welcome you at Avalile Academy for Mages. You, young people, are the hope of the future and of this country. Rich or poor, commoner or royal, demon or dragon, or whatever race you may be, it doesn't matter. Enjoy your stay and have a good day". Headmaster Subtera has long black hair and appears to be in his twenties. He then walked out as the students cheered in happiness.

A senior student was touring them towards dormitories, what lessons they'd take and the basic magic that they're going to learn. As they are first years, they wear red robes meaning they haven't chosen a specific field of their study. They're going to take Enchantment Magic, Summoning Magic, Illusion Magic, Change Magic, Destructive magic, Protective Magic and Potions Making. They also have night classes, meaning this would be the time for them to gather rare herbs that only grow during the night.

Vander and Zephyr were now walking side by side along with a crowd of students. They stood in awe as they saw a sleeping dragon in the middle of the school's huge garden.

"There are times you need to go into this place to gather fallen dragon scales on some of your potion's classes". The tour guide said as he continued to walk. Almost an hour later, the tour is already done and classes now begin. The first years were divided into sections and Vander was at 1-C Mage Class. Vander instructed Zephyr to transform into a staff so no one would know that he has a companion.

They entered the classroom and it was grand. The walls have an ancient feel around them and the chairs were made of the finest wood. Each student had their own desk. Vander then sat down and put Zephyr under his desk.

"Welcome to Avalile Academy, I will be your professor for the destructive art of magic. My name is Professor Darkus Night". The man had spiky black hair and has dark brown eyes. His appearance was young and he was also pale. Vander then looked on towards the man with awe.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce to you the heir of the Pergrande Kingdom, His Royal Highness Vander Alkarium Nathan Cyneley Pergrande".

Vander blushed as the students cheered and looked at him with awe.

"The adoptive son? He looks so experienced".

"Oh my…I think I'm falling in love with him".

"I wanna be closer with him".

Whispers filled the air as the professor laughed in delight. "Let's proceed onto the lesson, shall we?"

The class went on for an hour until a glass broke in golden colors signify that the class is over. Vander packed his bags, carried Zephyr with him then proceeded to enter each class. His schedule was so loaded that he doesn't have enough time learning some of the 'royalty lessons' that were imposed by his father. People then gathered near him as they try to touch his hair. He even ran from the others. He was now in a desolate place in the Avalile gardens, enjoying the breeze that were blowing his hair.

"Royal Highness, huh?".

He turned to his side and saw a man, around the same age as him, having straight shoulder-length, dull bluish-grey hair in an asymmetrical style with a single lock of hair falling into his face, and brown-coloured eyes. He looked on towards him with uncertainty.

"You're a first year, too", Vander replied as he began to write his poems.

The boy sat next to him then replied, "People here accept whether you're a monster or not".

"Indeed. As my father said, all races are welcome provided they are of peaceful nature". Vander smiled as he scribbled on his notebook.

"This world is interesting. Magic, which is different from chakra…"

"Chakra?" Vander asked as stopped in the middle of his writing and looked on towards his companion.

"Ah, never mind…The name's Sora".

"Vander, just call me that. I dislike it when people call me Royal Highness. I'd prefer it to be just my name".

He then neared his face towards Vander's face.

"W-What's wrong?", Vander stammered.

"I just sense some chakra in you, albeit dormant".

"What's chakra? I don't know what you're talking about?"

Sora's face then turned serious. "Can't you feel it? There's a resonant connection between the two of us".

Vander was confused at this. "Hey, I don't know what in the world chakra is. Magic…Magic is the power of this world. Only 10% of the world's population can use magic".

"Haven't you really heard of chakra?", Sora asked another time.

"Seriously, I haven't. So, if you don't have any problems with me, I have to go now. Lunch is at midday. I don't want to be late". Vander then walked off leaving Sora behind.

'No way. This can't be…The Kyuubi's chakra that I have is resonating inside of him. It might be he's a jinchuuriki of the Kyuubi but there's no way that he wouldn't know what chakra is.'

Sora then stared on into the distance where Vander walked off in absolute determination to figure out who this Vander is.

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"That's guy's a weirdo…", Vander mumbled to himself as he walked. He didn't look into his direction as he was bumped by a man wearing black robes.

"Sorry", Vander said.

The man was looking at him up and down, in an insulting way. The man had pale blue skin and pale blue hair which is in a large ponytail. The man's hair was parted in a zigzag pattern and the man had a pair of flat, curved horns which resembled bull horns. He was then squashed by the man's hand in his neck.

"You dare insult a god…". He was then thrown off at some great distance to which Vander gritted in pain. As he stood up, the man prepared to attack again as the man was stopped by a professor.

"Halt!". The man then stood on his tracks, looking in an indifferent manner towards the professor.

"Darkus, I was only having my own plaything". He then grinned.

"Physical assault is not allowed. One more would put you into extreme punishable grounds". Professor Darkus said as he walked past the man and helped Vander stood up.

"Prince Vander, are you alright?"

Vander just nodded. The man just walked off as if nothing happened.

"That man, he killed his own father for power. It took 3 mages for us to defeat him. He's been speaking with a mysterious language when he first came here. His name is Momoshiki Otsutsuki, and I advise you to not deal with him. He's dangerous, that's why professors are on the look-out".

"Why did you put him here?". Vander's eyes are in disgust as he heard it.

"He has great power inside him, but uses it for malicious intent. We wanted to change that aristocratic attitude in him. Are you heading for the feast?"

Vander smiled as he picked up his belongings. "Yes".

"I'll accompany you to the feast. Not all students are kind as your father so your only being is the only thing you can rely on", Professor Darkus smiled gently as he went on with Vander going for midday meals.

Vander then pondered to himself.

'I met a weirdo, then a cold blooded murderer. Life is so difficult'.