The schools of Amat and Deus has lived in toil for years.
In the school of Amat they played with magic of the central elements: Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Sun and Moon. They consider themselves the servants of the elements and exist to keep the balance of them, and because of such while they have an affiliation with one element they can perform the spells of the others with counterweights.
Meanwhile in the school of Deus they consider themselves the rulers of the elements and as such theyâve divided them into many. They exist to bend the elements to their will and use it to further their goals in the world. Unlike the school of Amat, they bind themselves to the magic which they are affiliated with, preventing the use of any other spell or magic with or without counterweights.
After a normal school day in which they went to sleep in a normal fashion, they awaken in a bare room. Trapped in a unfamiliar place where they are unable to leave and are guarded by wardens. They have to explore and find out whatâs the cause of this situation and if both sides can get along to get through this situation.
Each child in the schools belonging to Amat or Deus woke up to a chill in the air. They would awaken to find themselves laying on a bed with a thin blanket covering them. Their clothes they had worn to sleep had been replaced by a white t-shirt and a pair of white shirts, perfectly tailored to their form. Their belongings nowhere to be found in the room. Instead the room was composed of a locked green door in a room with white firebricks and stone floor. It was cold and no windows could be seen. There was another door on the opposite wall of the green door, this one was red. If it were to be opened theyâd find a single outfit, a pair of white jogging pants, a gray t-shirt and black jacket that were all unisex and each was their perfect size. The area behind the door was composed of shelves, 7 of them. All of them were empty except for the top shelf where the clothes were and a few other things. A small, bristled brush with a plastic blue handle sat next to the clothes. A red cup with a white rim was next to the brush, in it a white toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste, a bar of soap wrapped in brown paper and a small bottle of lotion. Fresh-Scented. If they were to try for the green door, they would find it locked. No matter how much they yanked and pulled it would not give. The beds which they slept or the floor itself was stained blue in in small areas, each stain no much bigger than a droplet of water.
The cold began to die down as a warmer tone took on the room. Suddenly the click of a door could be heard in the in the rooms, coming in the direction of the green door. They swung open wide automatically, and the captives could see many other rooms swinging open. The entire hall was lined with small rooms, each one nearly the same. All empty, all had the same clothes and items, all had the red and green doors and all had some drops of blue somewhere in their room. Some was more noticeable than most, others were near impossible to notice.
âEveryone line up on the yellow line,â a voice boomed from the speakers above the doors to the rooms. âStraight and single file.â A yellow line which ran down the hall seemed to pulse and glow on the floor. The doors to their rooms swung shut if they were empty, if the students were still lingering in their rooms, the temperature rose to an unbearable heat, even the pyromancers or fire elementals couldnât survive or stand. Some kids tried their powers once more, but to no avail. They were completely stripped or perhaps blocked. âFollow the yellow line to the dining area.â The voice boomed once more.
Inside the dining area was something similar to a school cafeteria. However, the place you would get food was closed and chairs lined the area up and down, facing a podium in the front of the room. âPlease, take a seat. Someone will be here to speak with you.â
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âProbably some weird emergency training thing again.â
âI donât knowâŠâ
Tired, disconsolate voices could be heard amongst the crowd of students. Some looked confused, and others seemed to be dismissing the events as some kind of drill. Marc recognised some of their faces, though they werenât his usual dorm mates -and this certainly was not his dorm nor the normal dining area.
I woke up this morning feeling chills all over me. I was so cold I thought there wasnât a blanket on me and I blindly reached for it, but the moment I couldnât feel it I opened my eyes to notice the blanket was covering me from shoulder to toe but was thinner than a feather. I shivered as I wrapped it around myself and stood up. I noticed a few blue stains but decided not to do anything about it. I noticed waking up in a strange room and I needed to get out of it. I sighed and went for the red door after careful consideration. I noticed a few outfits and was relieved at the sight of them. I dropped my blanket on the floor and I put the outfit on and finished it with the jacket that was also there. As I was finishing putting my clothes on I walked out of the closet room back into the bedroom and noticed the greed door was opened. I resisted walking out not knowing what was waiting for me there but I was outlawed by a decision to go and find out what this place is exactly. I noticed a yellow line and was told to follow it, as I did. To my surprise, we were being taken to what looked like a cafeteria and after I arrived I followed the order to sit down. At this point my head was filled with questions and all of them needed answering. However I was interupted, thankfully, by a boy who asked for the time. It was a silly think to ask for considering the situation, so I answered a bit hatefully. âWeâve all been stripped of our worthly possesions. If I had a clock before I sure donât have it now to answer your question. Why do you need to know the time anyway?â
"Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to be rude,â Marc replied. In stressful situations, some people found casualness reassuring, and others hated it. Apparently, the boy in question was one of the latter. âI was just 'oping someone was still 'aving⊠well, something.â He shook his head, smiling politely. âI suppose zat is not ze case.â
He turned his attention back to the podium at the front, though nothing seemed to have changed much, if not for the room that was gradually becoming more crowded. Extending a hand out slightly, Marc attempted to levitate the empty chair in front of him, just to check. And for the first time in his life, he felt nothing.
âItâs not just our possessions,â he said calmly. âOur affiliations are not 'aving any effect either.â Feeling more awake, he noticed that the other boy, like everyone around, looked preoccupied with what was possibly a gazillion questions filling his head. âHey,â he said gently, keeping in mind that there was a chance he could rile him up again. âThere is no way we can know what zis is about yet, so donât be giving yourself a 'eadache.â
As the man continued talking about facts I already knew I decided to listen to him even thought I didnât really want to, and multitask by focusing myself on other things, noticing people around to try and remeber which one of them I knew, but I was interupted by him adressing me specifically with a loud Hey. I looked at him, a bit surprised heâd still be talking as he said There is no way we can know what zis is about yet, so donât be giving yourself a 'eadache. and I looked at him understanging now that heâs never met me before. I know he thinks heâs helping with saying that, but he really isnât. This conversation would go a lot better if he were talking to any normal person, but not me. âI donât get headaches.â Which was factually correct, Iâve never had a headache to date, never a propper one that would hurt enough to be complained about. âAnd I donât understand why you let yourself be stressed out by your own thoughts. Especially when youâre about to be fed and donât have anything to worry about yet.â
He felt a cold chill running down his spine. He opened his eyes immediately. His whole body still frozen on the bed, his arm hanging from one side.
It took him a few seconds to realize that it wasnât his room and after that he got up glancing here and there to figure out what was going on.
Almost instinctively he snapped his fingers, it was like a reflex. The Shadows would have known something, they were always following him, but in that moment something felt weird, it was almost like he had lost his powers, he snapped his fingers again⊠nothing.
A wave of shock invaded his mind, what if they did something to him? He always wanted to be normal but now that he was feeling âthatâ he changed his mind.
After inspecting the room and changing into something way more nice than that plain pijama, he tried opening the green door.
Blocked. âGreat, just great. I canât even leave this place. Isnât it already enough to take away my power?â He let out a sigh as he sat back on that excuse of a bed.
He cupped his head between his hands, reality hitting on him hard: he had been kidnapped and his powers vanishedâŠ
As the door slammed open he checked out the exterior âIâm not the only oneâŠâ
Following the instructions he arrived to a big room and sat on one of the numerous chairs that were all facing an empty stage.
All around him there were other students, there was a strange silence interrupted just by some comments, questions and panicked voices.
He turned his head as an older Deus student took a seat next to him, noticing that he looked familiar, though he was too preoccupied to think much of it. âZis is not a vairy funny joke,â he said, frowning at the clothes they shared with all the other students. âI theenk zat we would all like getting our things back now.â
He looked contemptuously at one of the speakers from which the deafening voice seemed to have come. As he did so, his eyes came across two familiar blue ones -Marc. âAmat students are here too,â he scoffed, and this time the statement was properly directed at the boy sitting next to him. âNow zis is vairy funny.â
âIn zat case I will try not to give you ze first one,â Mark said with a small laugh. It was becoming evident that the other boy didnât wish to speak much. âBut I do theenk zat ze 'ole problem with stress is zat sometimes you do not control it.â
As he was checking out the whole place, the guy sit next to him started talking.
He glanced at him without turning towards him. He tilted slightly his head still looking at the stage with a disinterested look.
âThis is not a jokeâ he answered calmly.
He checked his hands and snapped his fingers⊠nothing, no sign of magic.
âIf this was a joke I think weâd be able to use our elements, wouldnât we?â
He turned towards the guy, a younger boy of his school, probably he saw him before but couldnât recall it.
âHow do you know, itâs not just our school?â
His voice still calm as ever, getting angry or anxious was pointless âweâre stuck here anywayâ he thought while fixing his gaze on the blue eyes in front of him.
He turned to look at the other students, with more attention this time, and noticed the bewildered look on their faces. âOh,â he burst out, tightening the grip on his collar. âWell, you 'ave been around for a while, 'avenât you?â he asked the older student. â'As zis 'appened before?â
As the guy mentioned his brother he turned slightly towards the direction pointed by the almost imperceptible movement that his companion made.
âTwins ah?â
As he turned he noticed that the boy was holding onto his collar âIs it freezing here? I didnât notice itâ
He thought while removing his jacket.
âIf youâre so cold, take my jacket, I donât really need itâ
He let it down onto the otherâs lap. âAs zis 'appened before?â
An intense look took its place on Jackâs face. Never in his whole life he felt so powerless and empty, all his belongings and his powers were gone, nothing left but some items that he couldnât care less about.
His lips curved into an almost inexistent grin as he let out a sigh and while tilting his head upwards he said âIâve never lived without my dark friendsâ he mumbled in a low tone.
âand Iâve never heard about something like this happening, moreover between these two schoolsâ
He took a deep breath âI wonder whatâs going onâ
Irys woke up feeling very uncomfortable and very hot. âWhatâŠ?â she got up from her bed and stretched her arms, eyes still closed. Damn, it was really hot. She rubbed her neck which was very sweaty. She mumbled something to herself and was about to remove her shirt.
âFollow the yellow line to the dining area.â a voice yelled and interrupted her.
She opened her eyes and found herself in an unfamiliar room. All the people looking at her as she was half-naked. âAh!â she screamed and quickly covered herself with the blanket. Where was she? What happened? She last remembered being in her room, re-reading her favourite book.
The voice yelled again and she quickly got up and put on the shirt that she had removed. She looked around for the âyellow lineâ that kept getting mentioned and found it down the hall. Irys ran and followed the line which led to - what seemed like a cafeteria.
She searched for an empty seat and hoped that she didnât have to sit with someone else. She was always a wallflower and didnât like socialising. Not to mention how awkward and nervous she would be around people. Oh, there was a vacant seat! As she walked there, two other guys and sat next to each other. Great. Just great!
She started sweating a lot and wanted to sit somewhere else. Irys looked around again and all the chairs were occupied. âYou know what? Screw it!â she thought and got up. She hit her leg to the table and fell flat on her face. Oh god, this was so embarrassing! Everyoneâs attention was now on her. Irysâ face was bright red; she was almost on the verge of crying.
As he was talking with the still unknown guy, a loud noise echoed in the room and all the students attention was pointed into one direction.
A girl was laying on the floor after a probably epic fall, âPoor girl, not really the best of the beginnings in this f#cked up situationâ he thought while staring at her.
Some started to laugh while others whispering and spreading useless rumors.
He deeply despised annoying people that couldnât mind their own business. âNo, donât do it, Jack please donât get tangled up with troublesâŠyou cause already enough yourselfâ he thought while fighting the urge to help that student. âUghâŠâ
He stood up and walked towards the girl and while leaning slightly towards her, he offered his hand to help her up.
After doing so, he straightened up and while looking around he said âWhat are you looking at, idioten?!â
Even if he didnât want to, german always came out when he was p!ssed.
But then he sat again, waiting for the Deus studentâs answer.
âI meant getting stressed by your own thoughts. That you always control and can change your thoughts when you see theyâre deviating into unwanted territory.â I answered back but didnât continue talking about stress and willpower any longer, I allowed him to change the subject. To be honest, I wanted to see what else he would bring up in this conversation and he didnât seem stupid, not when he made the point he just made because that indicates he can think for himself. I smiled as he asked for my name because I find it amusing how I was about to enter a preferrably long conversation with a person I didnât even know and didntâ even think to ask who he was before I did so. âIâm Eric Barnes.â I noticed a strong french accent in his tone so I said âA pretty boring name which can easily be overshadowed by a french name.â This way I prompted him to answer back with his name withouth making it awkward and directly asking his name after he just asked mine so it wouldnât seem like Iâm only aksing his name because he asked mine.
âDo you know her?â Jack asked with a questioning look in his dark green eyes.
Before going to help her he overheard the half question that the guy was asking him but he was unsure if the guy sit next to him wanted to let it go or keep asking him.
He looked at the girl and then at the other boy,
âAnyway, Iâm Jack, Jack Traum and yeah that was Germanâ.
His father was German, the classic stereotypical blond with blue eyes German guy, but obviously he took none of those traits, quite the opposite actually.
Dark black hair with green eyesâŠ
âAnd you two are?â He asked shifting his gaze between the two other students
âItâs a nice name, though,â Marc said with a genuine smile. âAnd you could find it in France. Iâm Marc. My family name is a bit impossible to pronounce, I theenk. Itâs okay if you want to skip it.â
She looked away from the others and hid her face in her hands. âWhat are you looking at, idioten?!â someone spoke. Irys looked up to see a guy with dark, black hair and bright green eyes (wait, does he have green eyes?). She grabbed his hand and got back up. âThanks,â she whispered.
In a whisper the girl told her name, Irys.
âLikewiseâ he said slowly and with a gentle look that didnât give away any apparent emotion though.
âYou should be more careful next time, if you donât want the whole school to notice you because of thisâ
A playful smirk curved slightly his lips while he stared down at his hands, cold and weird in that emptiness that surrounded them
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