Chapter Two:

Kyrie walked in front of the palace and straightened his robe. The King and Queen stood on either side if the gate with the Artahiém Marching Band playing a welcoming coordination piece. His piers applauded and threw roses as he walked to the front doors. The King and Queen each respectively shook his hand. "Welcome to Kingtillium, Mr. Wrathe. Dellta will be guiding you to your dorm and showing you around our University."

And with that, Dellta came out. He was tall, probably 18 or 19 years old, with an eye patch, naturally curly hair like Kyrie's, but a dark brown. His chest bristled with 17 medals! He was probably modest, because he tried to hide them in his robe, but there were too many. By the looks of it, this guy was a rogue, maybe a warrior. He was looking in awe. "Greetings, Son of Sir Aaron. Shall we?" Kyrie straighten himself. "Uh...yes, we shall kind sir."

He walked down the hall with his arms folded in front of him very officially. He started, "Your father is Sir Aaron, Head if the King's High Council. We expect big things from you, Mr. Wrathe." Kyrie questioned, "I don't understand that concept. I am my own person. Why judge my character based on what you have seen in my family? If I may be so bold?"

Dellta raised an eyebrow. "Interesting theory, Son of Aaron. I suppose it has always been that way, judging my the laws of heredity. I judge you on your parents because you are 50% of Sir Aaron and 50% of Lady Alexandra, so technically, your character is a combination of their character. Besides, we do judge you by your actions as well. You parents could be the King and Queen if this entire Realm and we would not think much if you if you are a low life their and a troublemaker. Though, you are not."

"Ahh. Ight, that makes sense. I will let you know I won't disappoint. I am already strong in the Arts of Kingtillium Magic." Kyrie started to hover off the ground and his green eyes turned a shiny lavender. He concentrated and bright purple energy in front of him formed the shape of a sword and it materialized in front of him. His eyes returned to normal and his descended. He grabbed his newly made sword glowing bright purple.

"Impressive, Son of Aaron. But we do not preform the Arts without being commanded, being quizzed, tested, or if we are under attack." Kyrie threw up his sword it it disappeared in a flurry of purple energy. "But it's art. It shouldn't be forced. Why don't we do magic freely. The is the University of the King! We should express ourselves."

Dellta nodded. "I agree. But in the first times, the golden age of Prosperity, the King's father didn't like the way they could do magic whenever they wanted. The top Titans of both schools, Archamium and Kingtillium were brilliant minds. They studied hard and the King's father feared they would use their abilities to rebel and overthrow the entire Kingdom of Artahiém. Sadly, he was......uh..mentally ill. He was half psycho indeed."

The King was young, and was a Top Titan in the Arts of Magery. A Mage is one who has mystical healing power. A Titan is someone who is a master in the Arts. The King saw his father's ill mentality and tried to heal him, but his father didn't want any magic altering him. AT ALL. His sickness was his own undoing. That's why we do magic controlled."

"May I ask what happened to your eye, Dellta. You are wearing an eye patch."

Dellta nodded. "Yeah, during the first Mystic War, I lost an eye due to same treacherous Dark Magic. No Titan here can tell me what happened, and none know how to fix it."
Kyrie countered, "Perhaps a Titan at Archamium Academy could tell you." Dellta nodded. "Can't. We don't conspire with them. We are friends, GREAT friends actually. We know the students there well. But the King and the Director of Archamium....don't always see eye to eye, so to speak."

"Ahh, touchy subject." Dellta stopped. "This is your dorm, Kyrie. I hope you enjoy your time and studies here at Kingtillium University. Peace, I got some business to take care of in the Main Hall." He bowed, gave Kyrie the keys and walked briskly away, down the Hall.