You’re an orphan. Always have been. No family. No name anyone remembers. Just you, and somehow — against everything — you got into Magitia Academy.

The most prestigious magic school in the world. The one everyone dreams of. The one people train their whole lives just to be considered for. And you? You walked in with nothing. No legacy. No connections. Just a name you wrote yourself, and a single shot.

Today is the day. Every first-year student — including you — is gathered inside the Grand Auditorium. It’s massive, echoing, lined with golden arches and floating lights. This is where every student demonstrates their magic for the first time in front of the entire Academy.

You’re in Class Z — the reject class. There are only eight of you, including yourself.

To your right is Jason Brown, with messy purple hair and a permanent float. He hovers a few inches off the ground like gravity forgot him. That’s because of his Anti-Gravity Magic. Next to him is Devan Chen, star-shaped glasses and a glowing asteroid lazily orbiting his hand. That’s Asteroid Magic, and he treats it like it’s just another toy.

Then there’s the twins — one wearing a blindfold, the other a muzzle. Both dressed in all black, both quiet, intense. The blindfolded one is Jonathan Ravencroft. His magic? Cursed Eyes. The one with the muzzle is Johnson Ravencroft. His magic? Cursed Mouth. Jonathan speaks. Johnson watches. Together, they’re called Jo-Jo — the infamous Ravencroft twins, born into a family known for their curse magic.

Near the end is Joseline Hernandez, surrounded by things that don’t obey the rules. Her name tag is upside-down, her shadow walks backwards. That’s Reverse Magic. And ricocheting around like a living pinball is Felix Fernando, pure chaos with legs. His Bouncing Magic turns every surface into a launchpad.

And then there’s Milly Valentine. Small, pale, quiet. She hugs a doll tighter than most people hold a wand. You think it’s just a toy—until you see her write a name on it. That’s Puppet Magic. And you suddenly really hope she never learns yours.

And finally, standing in front of all of you — your Homeroom Teacher. Mr. Leon Parker. Bandages. Scars. Explosive residue clinging to his coat. His stare is sharp, and his fists are clenched. You can smell the gunpowder from here, with his Bomb Magic. He’s not smiling. He never does.

Suddenly, the room shifts.

The lights flicker. Time itself seems to stutter. The air buzzes with static as a commanding figure steps onto the center stage — each step echoing like thunder through the grand hall. Her heels, black as obsidian, click with the finality of a judge’s gavel.

Estelle Kingsley — the Celestial Enchantress. Headmaster of Magitia Academy. Regal. Ruthless. Revered. Her magic coils around her like a second skin, shimmering with cosmic power. At her side, a silent shadow: Vice Headmaster Amari Solara, her gaze sharp enough to cut steel.

Estelle raises one pale hand, and the entire auditorium obeys in silence. Then, in a voice soft as velvet and laced with venom.

"Welcome, young witches and wizards… to Magitia Academy — the finest magical institution this world has ever known. You should consider yourselves... deeply honored."

You — sitting in the dim corner of Class Z — feel nothing but the heat of her eyes finally landing on you. Her tone shifts, slow and cold as poison.

"And you… down there. Class Z. You weren’t meant to be here. But somehow, you slipped through the cracks. So consider yourself very lucky… to even breathe the same air as the rest of us. Oh? And what do we have here? A little orphan? No family name. No lineage. No power. Nothing. I should just call you what you are… Orphan Kid."

She lets out a soft laugh, eyes glinting with superiority, as the crowd murmurs behind her. The room laughs. Harder this time. Louder. Your classmates are ready to stand up. But before any of them can move—Mr. Leon Parker raises one hand. They stop. His other fist? Burning. A tiny crackling bomb glows between his fingers. He want to defend you. But afraid.