Infinite Magus

Clay awoke from a dream. An odd dream. He dreamed of a land he did not recognize. A land that was not touched by light. And when he awoke. That sword laid by his side again. Last night. He had attempted to throw it away. He went to the lake next to the academy and tossed it in there. Letting it fall to the bottom. And yet, it was next to him when he awoke.

"Hm…the sword is bonded to me it seems. I don't think I'll be able to get rid of it. Even if I tried."

He had tried melting it, shattering it, everything. Yet it always appeared next to him again. With its ever gleaming light that irritated him when he awoke.

"There's no way I have the bloodline of kings. As far as I know, the king only has one sibling. And from this memory, I can remember being birthed by my parents. Not by them. It doesn't make sense. How can I be…one of a royal bloodline? I'm no bastard child."

Clay spoke to himself, maybe he was speaking to the sword. But if he was. The sword certainly wasn't going to answer. Maybe he was going insane. Just an odd dream he was living in. He still found it odd. Why had he accepted it so easily? He had died and came back to life in a completely different world.

Something always felt off about his transportation here. It was completely random. He was…sacrificed. The person who killed him said that, but he knew there was another part to what the man said who killed him. But he couldn't remember it anymore. Even though it was only days ago.

He got out of bed and got dressed. Putting his uniform over his head and brushing his teeth. He strapped the sword onto his hip and put on his boots. He left his room and went out into the dead silent hallways. Today was a day where the new students would get bonds from a summoning circle. Or spirits, whatever you'd like to call it. A bonding ceremony is when a student infuses mana into a summoning circle. And a spirit that is attracted to the mana will race towards it from the spirit dimension and bond with the student.

There were some famous bonds chosen from the last year. Like Nora Flamesworth summoning a fierymaned lion. With the son of the king, Cole, summoning a lesser lightning drake. It was smaller than a normal drake would be. But it was mighty. Drakes were descendants of the mighty dragons. Wyrms, like serpents and dragons alike.

Clay made his way to the summoning grounds. Where students studied summoning circles and bonds alike. A line of freshman waiting. And other students watching above. Out of the crowd he noticed only one other student with the same uniform as him. A girl with long, golden hair. Straightened perfectly. The daughter of the king, Sofia Ignias.