It was a crisp, clear morning at Pacesetters Academy, and the entire campus buzzed with activity. The early sunlight filtered through the towering oak trees that lined the Academy’s courtyard, casting long shadows over the stone pathways. Today was a significant day—the novice-ranked students were set to be promoted to apprentice rank, a pivotal moment in their journey as mages.
In addition, the internal students’ entrance examination was underway, drawing the eyes of many hopefuls and their mentors.
The main courtyard was filled with clusters of students, all wearing the standard robes of their ranks. The novices, with their simple blue robes, stood in nervous anticipation, glancing frequently at the grand hall where their promotion ceremony would take place. Just a few steps away, apprentice-ranked students, now bearing the distinctive silver linings on their robes, mingled with confidence.
Beyond them, in the shaded corners of the courtyard and near the elegant archways leading into the heart of the Academy, the more senior students gathered.
They watched the novices with a mix of nostalgia and curiosity, but their conversation soon turned toward more pressing matters—like the upcoming internal exams and, of course, the most promising names that had started to circulate around the Academy.
One such conversation took place near the marble fountain at the center of the courtyard, where a group of seasoned apprentices and a few adept-ranked students exchanged hushed words. Their robes, embroidered with complex runes that denoted their experience, marked them as individuals of considerable skill and knowledge. The topic of their discussion was clear: Kaelen.
"Have you heard about Kaelen?" one of the apprentice-ranked students, a tall boy with striking green eyes, asked as he leaned against the fountain’s edge. "He won the Rookie Tournament not too long ago, and people still can’t stop talking about it."
"Of course," replied a girl with short, dark hair and sharp features. "Who hasn’t heard about him by now? He’s become the talk of the Academy, especially after how easily he handled his final match in the tournament."
An adept-ranked student, older and more composed, raised an eyebrow. "Handled? He completely outclassed his opponent. It wasn’t just about winning—it was the way he controlled the fight, the precision of his spells. For someone at his rank, that level of mana control is rare."
The students murmured in agreement, their voices filled with a mix of admiration and envy. Kaelen’s name was already making waves beyond the walls of Pacesetters Academy. The fact that he had won the Rookie Tournament with such ease had caused a stir, not only among his peers but among the Academy’s faculty as well.
Another apprentice, a girl with soft, golden curls, chimed in, "I heard the instructors and even some of the pillars of the Academy are already keeping a close eye on him. They think he’s got the potential to be fast-tracked into the advanced ranks if he keeps this up."
The master student nodded thoughtfully. "Potential like his doesn’t come along often. He’ll have a lot of eyes on him now. But potential can be a double-edged sword—he’ll need to prove that he can handle the pressure that comes with all this attention."
As the conversation continued, more students joined in, sharing rumors they had heard about Kaelen’s training regime and his background. Some speculated that he had access to rare magical resources, while others believed his talent was purely natural. Whatever the case, Kaelen had become a name that everyone seemed to have an opinion on.
’Why is it always Kaelen I hear about everywhere I go?’ A few distance away from the group talking about Kaelen, Nathan could be seen walking away from them with a sour look on his face. And not long after, he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he thought again.
’Don’t you just worry Kaelen, your downfall will surely come, I will make sure of it’
"Speaking of promising students," one of the apprentices interjected, "what about Kaelen’s friends? Morris Grey? His family’s influence is strong, and I heard his father’s been grooming him for something big. Even though he didn’t compete in the Rookie Tournament, people are saying he’s one to watch."
The mention of Morris brought a new wave of interest to the conversation. "The Grey family has a long history at Pacesetters," said another adept-ranked student. "Morris is bound to be a powerful mage, but there’s something about him that makes people hesitant. He keeps to himself, but there’s no doubt he’s been training hard."
"And then there’s Ethan," the girl with the golden curls added. "He might not directly come from a prestigious family like Morris, but his quick thinking and raw talent have impressed more than a few instructors. With Kaelen, Morris, and Ethan together… well, it feels like we’re on the verge of seeing a new wave of mages rise through the ranks."
The group nodded in agreement, the excitement of the conversation palpable. The internal students’ entrance exam had already brought a wave of fresh faces into the Academy, but it was the current students—the ones who had already proven themselves—that held the most intrigue. Kaelen, Morris, and Ethan, in particular, had captured the Academy’s attention in ways no one had anticipated.
As the bell tolled, signaling the start of the promotion ceremony for the novice-ranked students, the courtyard buzzed with anticipation once more. The Academy was entering a new phase, and with it, the paths of many students were about to shift.
All eyes, however, were firmly set on the most promising names within its walls, and Kaelen’s victory in the Rookie Tournament had only cemented his place at the center of that spotlight.
Today marked a new beginning for many, but for Kaelen and his friends, it was only the start of something much bigger—something that would shake the very foundations of Pacesetters Academy.
As the students of Pacesetters Academy buzzed with excitement and whispered among themselves about Kaelen, Morris, and Ethan, the very subjects of their conversation could be seen far from the Academy’s central courtyard.
Standing at the entrance of the grand residence of General Cao, one of Eldoria’s most esteemed military leaders and a pillar of the Pacesetter Academy, Kaelen and his friends prepared for a journey unlike any they had taken before.
General Cao’s residence, a fortress-like structure adorned with ancient banners and formidable statues, stood at the edge of the Academy grounds. It exuded an aura of discipline and power, much like the General himself. The sun gleamed off the polished stone of the residence, casting long shadows as the small group gathered outside, ready for their departure.
Kaelen stood alongside Morris and Ethan, the three of them in quiet conversation, their expressions a mix of anticipation and resolve. Today marked the beginning of their pilgrimage to a neighboring city, a grueling month-long journey that would test their skills, endurance, and focus.
The pilgrimage wasn’t just a rite of passage—it was a critical step in their preparation for the Battle Convention, a grand tournament that would take place across Aetheris in the future, drawing the finest mages and warriors from across the land.
Standing with them was Guinevere, General Cao’s personal disciple. Her presence was commanding, though not as imposing as the General’s. She was a renowned elemental warrior in her own right, known for her sharp intellect and a prodigy of fire magic in the Pacesetter Academy.
Clad in a sleek, silver armor lined with intricate runes, Guinevere radiated confidence and calm as she gazed out toward the path they would soon take.
Beside her, Sofia Hathaway adjusted her travel gear. Sofia was a close friend of Kaelen’s and one of the most promising students at Pacesetters Academy. She was known for her quick reflexes and sharp wit, as well as her prowess in elemental magic. Today, however, her usual playful demeanor was tempered by a quiet determination.
This pilgrimage wasn’t just another challenge—it was a chance to prove herself worthy of the upcoming Battle Convention.
General Cao himself stood at the doorway, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the group. His stern gaze swept over them, as though assessing their readiness for the journey ahead. His deep voice, weathered by years of command, broke the silence.
"Before you depart, understand that this pilgrimage is more than just a test of strength," General Cao said, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "It is a test of will, patience, and endurance. The path to the neighboring city will take you through unforgiving terrains—mountains, forests, and deserts.
Each of you must be prepared to face not only external challenges but the limits of your own minds and bodies."
The group nodded in understanding, their resolve hardening under the General’s words. Kaelen, who had grown accustomed to the pressure of being in the Academy’s spotlight, felt a familiar sense of purpose stir within him. This pilgrimage was a chance to hone his abilities further, to push himself beyond what he had already achieved in the Rookie Tournament.
Guinevere stepped forward, her expression serious but not unkind. "I will be leading this pilgrimage," she said, her voice steady. "But do not expect me to hold your hand through it. Each of you must find your own way to overcome the trials we’ll face. I can guide you, but I won’t fight your battles for you."
Her eyes moved from Kaelen to Sofia, and then to Morris and Ethan. "We will reach the city in one month’s time, if all goes according to plan. Along the way, you’ll be tested in ways you haven’t been before. Stay sharp, stay together, and above all, stay focused."
Morris, ever the strategist, nodded, already planning how best to use the time to improve his combat strategies and mana control. "We’ve trained for this," he said quietly, glancing at Kaelen. "We know what’s at stake. The Battle Convention isn’t just about winning—it’s about representing Eldoria and proving we belong among the strongest in Aetheris."
Ethan grinned, his unusual light-heartedness breaking through the serious atmosphere for a moment. "Well, I’m ready for whatever comes. Besides, it’s not every day we get to travel with General Cao’s top disciple. How hard could it be?"
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Sofia gave Ethan a playful shove. "Don’t jinx it, Ethan. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be harder than anything we’ve faced at the Academy."
Guinevere raised an eyebrow but smiled slightly at their exchange. "Harder, yes. But that’s the point, isn’t it?"
Kaelen, who had been quiet, finally spoke up. His gaze was focused, his mind already on the journey ahead. "We’ve faced challenges before, but this is different. This is the path that leads us to the Battle Convention. If we succeed here, we’ll be ready for whatever comes next."
’And i will be able to better grasp the dragon like mana in me’
General Cao stepped forward once more, his eyes locking on Kaelen. "You’ve all shown potential, but potential alone won’t carry you through this pilgrimage or the Battle Convention. The world beyond the Academy is harsh, and only those who are truly prepared will survive and thrive."
He turned his gaze to the horizon, where the faint outline of the mountains they would soon cross could be seen in the distance. "The city awaits. Now go, and may your strength guide you."
With that, Guinevere led the group forward, her pace steady and purposeful as they began their journey. Kaelen, Morris, Ethan, and Sofia followed, their thoughts a mix of excitement and determination. As they walked, the imposing residence of General Cao slowly faded from view, replaced by the open road and the challenges that lay ahead.
Little did they know, this pilgrimage would be more than just a test—it would forge them into the warriors they needed to be for the future Battle Convention, and it would shape their destinies in ways they could not yet imagine.