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Prologue/Chapter One:

The Cursed and the Beginning

The students of Consten Acadamy were gathering in the train station, all gearing up for the next year of schooling. Some were reuniting with old friends; some were complaining that they didn't want to be there. The camera shifts to revile a man, 5'1, clothed in a large brown leather cloak with a rather large hood and brown leather gloves, his body mostly blocked. From the small crack seen of him, one can notice his black eyes, but more importantly you are able to see rather large scarlet markings resembling a Hexagram around his right eye.

"Now boarding for the Constan Magical Academy train" said a woman through the intercom system.

The boy instinctively moved towards the designated train in order to get to his destination, carrying nothing more than a medium sized bag. Boarding the train, he instinctively got into one of the seating booths. He noticed from the corner of his eye two people, one who had a blue hair and a Katana around her. The other had brown hair and he have two scars under his eyes. He pays little attention to the two or their conversation, though he mutters to himself

"Why here of all places? Why couldn't I just take classes closer to home?" Just after he mumbled that, a woman walked through the door he had walked though.

The woman was smallish, being about two inches or so taller than the protagonist. She tripped into the train car, falling into the arms of the protagonist. Her skin was light, and her body looked burnt on the side that housed her left arm on her shoulder.

"Ouch" said the girl, falling on top of the man in the clock. "Are you alright" she asked. Her clothed was a female standard uniform of the school

"I'm fine, but could you please get off of me?" asked the man, who was pinned down by the woman on top of him.

"Are you a transfer student?" asked the woman getting off of him.

Just beginning to stand, he responded "Yes, I just transferred to this Academy"

"Where are you coming from?" asked the girl, curious about his origins "And what's with the crazy attire?"

"I'm from Central Forest. I just got into Consten by taking the aptitude test. This is the standard attire for my people. It's pretty cold; my county is like a frozen tundra.

"Oh…Wait did you say a different county? Central Forest? Isn't that all the way in Avalon (Where the United States would be)? That's like on the other side of the globe!"

"Yah, but I was sent here as a request of my father. He wanted me to get a good education when abroad."

"So you must be rich or something to be able to afford overseas schooling." She said, in a snarky way.

"Actually, we're quite poor. I lived in the Forest all my life, so I never really went to the city, let alone a proper school."

"So, you must be like some sort of mana master then."

"Actually…I can't use mana."

"Then how the hell can you afford this school!"

The boy takes out a piece of paper. She reads it, and said "Hundred on the entrance exam!" 'I only got a 70, and I worked my butt of the even get that high.' she said to herself.

"It's got to suck to leave all of your friends, and your life behind like that." said the woman in a sincere manner of speaking.

"I actually never had a friend, besides my old man. We live secluded in the forest, and I hardly get to go to town, so I really never had friendship with someone my age."

The girl makes a sour face, and her expression intently changes to that of a happier variant. "Tell you what; I'll be your first friend!"

"What?" was uttered out of his mouth, as he was confused at the action.

"My name is Amaya Aoi. What's yours?"

Stalling for a moment, he removed his hood, revealing his braided black hair, his Black eyes, and his Hexagram mark over his right eye. "My name is Francesco Victoria. Nice to meet you Miss Amaya."

"Nice to meet you to Francesco. Or can I just call you Cesco?" She said.

"That's not a problem."

"Wahoo." she said cheerfully, happy for her victory.

"Hey, what's that on your face" she said, pointing at the hexagram

"I was born with it. It's a birth mark. Nothing really special, though it is in a weird design." said Francesco.

"I can already tell we are going to be friends." Said Amaya She grabs his hand and says "Promise me that we will always be friends."

Frank blushes for a moment and responds "I usually don't make promises, but I'll make an exception this time."

Amaya let out a gleeful shout, and hugged Francesco.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? Get off of me!"

Meanwhile...

"Welt Victoria, why did you request your son join my academy?" asked the headmaster of the academy. "Why couldn't he just stay in Avalon and learn there, more importantly, why do you want his presence there not to be recorded on the official roster and protection for him. He is, after all, strong"

"I can't tell you that now." Said a man, sitting in an average sized home in the middle of a frozen forest. The man was in his middle ages, with brown eyes and white hair replacing most of the visible brown hair. "But trust me, he is important."

"Can't you tell an old war buddy? He seems normal though."

"Just look after him for me. I probably won't talk with you for a while, but please, look after him for me."

Someone of your status could easily live a much better life then in a forest in the middle of nowhere, but I am not one to question anyone." Said the headmaster. "I will do as you ask though."

The father nods his head, and hangs up the phone.

'What makes this boy so special' asked the headmaster to himself