Infinite Magus

"Clay! Clay wake up!"

Jacob woke up in the soft bed he was in. Who was Clay? There was a woman standing at his bedside, a beautiful woman with crystalline white hair. He looked at her, and then he looked at his hands. They were small.

"Come on, we have things to do."

The woman took him and pulled him out of bed.

"Mom!"

He didn't know why he said that, but memories came flooding into his mind. He was a 13 year old named Clay Solron, his mother was Anissa Solron, and his father was Chris Solron. He was just a normal kid, but this world wasn't normal, in the schools he learned of mystical creatures and of course, magic. He needed to go with it, he didn't know why he reincarnated and went into a different world. But he couldn't exactly figure out now.

"Wait, where are we going again?"

"We're sending you off to the magic academy, how did you forget?"

"Oh right, I forgot, sorry."

These memories were odd, they were clouding the memories of his past life. But he wouldn't forget, he refused to forget. He was going to the main magic academy of the country of Ignis, Xenis academy. It was where the best of the best went. And after learning some magic from his father, this boy, Clay Solron, had earned the opportunity for a scholarship there. And it paid fully for a 5 year ride at the school. His parents had bought him a sword, which he strapped to his belt, along with changing into a black and gold uniform. His uniform came with a long coat and a hood.

He looked at himself in the mirror, Clay was a good looking boy with shiny silver hair and piercing amber colored eyes. Clay was already a talented boy, he had advanced knowledge in wind and earth magic. Not much in Fire and Water. But along with the knowledge Jacob had about swordsmanship, maybe in this life, things would be different.

"Hmph, I should probably steer clear of any 13 year old girls. That would be weird. I should wait until I turn 18."

He sighed as he walked out of his room. To which he was greeted to "his mother" crying and blowing her nose into a handkerchief, while his father tried to calm her down, but simply couldn't. His mother wasn't exactly an unemotional person. She was very over expressive. While his father was the complete opposite, though he talked a lot, he never really had any unique facial expressions. Unlike his mother.

He sighed as he walked out of the door with a backpack "his parents" had gave him. He'd have to adjust to this life if he wanted to survive.