Chapter 1 Season 1: Today Is The Day
Sup, I'm Magnet M Styles. I've been locked in a comfortable nuclear bunker for a while now, forced to write about tales from the multiverse. I can't leave this room, or else I'll be hunted. I hope when I get out here I can publish it somewhere.
This tale is a series, quite a sad one quite a wholesome one.
First of all, here's a little background.
I was in this universe
Magnet M Styles life timeline:
14-16 Fantasy Gangdemcrew
16 Adopted By an Evil British CEO
17 -19 Military general in the USSR (alt universe)
It's all confusing, I was adopted by this insane time travelling lunatic looking for his wife. I got dragged into some business where I got beaten by some random teenagers. It's all mad, now I'm hiding in a bunker in a forest somewhere in Nottingham. I'll be out for revenge someday, and publish my books. This is really funny, scary at some times but it was funny.
This is Billy, everyone's brown haired business meaning boy! He is about to make one of the biggest mistakes of his life. He saw a letter being posted through the door as he walked down the stairs, he could see a letter. It's the day!
"Dad, mom! It's the letter!"
No response was to be seen, just silence. Then there was crying. But why?
"Son, the falcon stole your baby brother!"
"I don't give two shits dad! I'm a wizard!"
"A what?"
"A wizard! Are you deaf?"
Billy ran to the bus stop, his naïveté taking over. He ran there, and pulled out the whistle from the letter.
Meanwhile..
This is Gwyneth. She has been practicing her whole life to be a Druid. She got the letter, smiled and walked out the door calmly. Billy and Gwyneth didn't talk, she'd never be near such filth as a normal British male.
Meanwhile..
This is Magnet- oh wait, that's me! Yep that's right. I went to the school of magic in Birmingham in this universe. I spent most of my teenage life there. When I got the letter I was hyped. I talked to Gwyneth because she knew what she was doing. I was just excited to be a wizard like the ones from the movies.
We all were at the stop. It was telepathic, we read each other's minds and blew the whistle at the same time. A massive double decker bus fell from the sky.
"Get in kids, it's gonna be a great ride!"
He gave a dirty look to me. Glad I didn't see him again. Anyways I sat next to this girl, Catherine. She was going to the school, so we talked for a while about all the cool adventures we could go on and all the cool people we would meet. Then we reached it, the ice wall. It separated 'The Normal Globe' from 'Brum'.
When you get there everything changes, ya social media, the name of your stuff. Everything!
We touched down relatively fast at Birmingham Central, and were split into guide groups. Our lot were in group 2. Gwyneth, Me, Catherine and Billy. We were guided by a tour guide to the school. The mixed school.
If ya don't know, the dark arts school is by far the richest, you've got the imps, the dark wizards and the necromancers there. In the light school it's the second richest and is by far the largest in landmass. It's where the mages, druids, matter-benders and holy knights are. Then you've got the mixed one. Imagine the other two as beautiful pearlescent cities then you've got slough, Detroit and and a active war zone in one school. This place has litreally everyone and has more people than the other two. People here often are worse at mystic sports and are kinda rough. 31 kids died during alchemy classes alone. And one kid died during maths. HOW DO YOU EVEN DIE IN MATHS!
Yeah, before us stood this absolutely massive school with 4 sectors intertwined with the houses. You've got Kennel-worth, often the strongest and has the most influencers. You've got Warwick, often the most skilled sharpshooters. And you've got Pipsqueakus, often the most dangerous one with the most road-men. And you've got Sycandoor, the one with the people who are worst at spell casting.
All of them are shit, in their own special ways.
We walked down the road, leaving the massive city centre of Birmingham behind and entering 'The School Of Light And Dark Arts'. It stood menacingly, a medieval relic amongst a modern city. Once the magic leaked into this world the government contained it in this one city and the surrounding countryside.
All 4 dorms coated in their respective colour, red, yellow, amber and cyan. A massive five story spire lay amongst a humongous 4 story complex. We walked through the massive wooden door, inside was a sprawling lobby with a reception. It actually looked nice, so we continued into the alchemy department. People and elves sorting different bits of chemistry.
After that there was the maths department.
"Hold up, we are in a mystical realm full of wizards and druids yet we still have to do maths!" Gwyneth was pissed.
The rooms looked the neatest by far, then there was the armoury, swords lined up on the wall, holy infused crossbows with the power of the sun, they had a dim yellow, one shot from one of these would remove any non magic entity from the plane of earth. You've got the matter bending rooms, these fuckers can turn anything into anything. With some limitations. Blood, it's wine now, stone, it's a living creature now. Your girlfriend, she's a body pillow now. They can't make gold and other shit due to the massive ice wall blocking the West Midlands from the outside.
That was about it, then we were bought to a massive hall, the ceiling at least 3 stories above us. We walked to our designated row as the rest of the hall, at least a thousand, stared at us.
"Welcome one and welcome all!" Said the headmaster, he looked oddly young. "I am Sir Justin Elliot's, the head of this institution. Before you an epic fedora will be placed by a very convenient 1000 ish monkeys. It will glow the colour of your house, head to your dorms!"
There before me lay a mystical fedora. I put it on and it started talking.
"Okay.. inner psychic bender."
"YES! GET IN!" I shouted, I wanted this role.
"Amber, pipsqueakus."
"It's the least bad I guess.."
I put the fedora on the empty chair and I walked down the hallway to the dorm, admiring the art on the wall. This place looked nice, what's wrong here? I entered the house area then entered the dorm.
In my dorm, Artemis. He was quite a big influencer outside the ice wall and was looking to make magic videos. Jerry, he has a holy knife. He doesn't ever speak. Then you've got my favourite. Albus, this is the type of guy to slip a grenade under a bed and say it's a joke.
Then I looked behind me, an irregular blob slipped beneath the door, it rapidly expanded across the floor. I was the only one that batted an eye. My heart beat faster as it slowly grew. What was this? I decided to ignore it like the others, swiftly turning to my phone.
I was normal, in a sea of these types of people. Welcome to my new life folks.
