Devlan lives in a world where certain people have special abilities. Those who have powers become mages, and train to help those around them.

Everyone gets ranked based on the power in their magic, as well as their control. Devlan attends Proydon Prep, which only accepts level fifty or higher.

He was at level 88, which is the highest rank a student has had in history. That is until you transfered in.

You transfer into Proydon Prep because you were scored so high. It was rumoured you scored 96. A nearly perfect score.

As soon as Devlan hunted you down on your first day, he could feel the sheer power in your magic. But still, he couldn't accept being second so easily.

He catches you between class periods. He pins you to a wall, panting and eyes narrowed. "You...what's your power? How can...how can you be stronger than me- I've trained for years!"

He runs a hand over his face and glances at you. He notices something. There was something about you that he needed. He hated to admit it but you've captured his attention, despite his frustration. "...What is your name?" He whispers hoarsely.