Kyrie looked at the soda can on his bed. He sighed and opened "KINGTILLIUM MAGIC STUDIES: COURSE VII" He had privately studies courses 1 through 6 with his father. He read the spell and chanted slowly, "Levitatimus Por-Firecus!" The soda can levitated off his bed and blew up in a mini firey explosion. He picked up the Master Wand his father had given him. An identical one belonged to Kriston. It was pulsing, which meant at this very moment, Kriston was out there, and he was using it....

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Kriston landed and looked at wand he had been using to give Forge the power to fly. It was pulsing, which meant Kyrie was using his twin wand right now. Kriston aimed the wand at Forge and said, "Descend by the power of Kriston Wrathe!" Forge landed. "Man! Flying is AWESOME!" He looked toward Kriston. "Boy am I glad you had your wand with you! Where'd you get it? It's a really nice model for someone with no magic experience."

"It's the KingTillium Master A model. It is of Kingtillium heritage. Sir Aaron of the High Council, my father, designed it with King Atoaquinn himself." Dukestep and Forge looked at it in awe. "Dude, not even some of the Titans here have a wand that nice!" Forge said.
Kriston asked, "What about you?" Forge rose his hand skyward and a pure white staff flew to his hand. "I built this one myself. I don't use a wand, actually. I prefer a staff."

Dukestep said, "And of course, It's pure white. What is it with that color?"

Forge shrugged. "What's not wrong with white. Kriston here has the whole maroon and dark blue thing going. His shirt and joggers and maroon and his robe and high tops are dark blue. He also has nice geometric designs down into the silk. Nice touch by the way."

Kriston nodded. "Thanks. I mean, I like my clothes and all but, we are in the HALL OF ELEMENTS! My outfit can't be the coolest thing here, right?"

A tall man with slick back black hair, sunshades, and black robes, shirt, pants, and shoes walked up to them. Kriston whispered to Forge, "Goth much?" Forge chuckled. "Naw, watch was he does next." The man stomped on the floor and magic winds changed his clothes until he was wearing so many colors, it would make a rainbow dizzy."

"Ahh...Man, that kinda hurts my eyes."

The man grinned. "Haha! Yes, always do that to the rookies."

More magical winds changed him till his shirt and pants were black and his shoes and robe were white. The black dye in his hair washed out to reveal a red head. He had hair the color of mangos and oranges. He took off his shades. "This is my real appearance."

"I....am Jason. Director Jason of The Archamium Academy of Artahiém. Hello Kriston."

Kriston shook his hand firmly with a casual smile. "So I suspect you are a wind Titan? Alot of outfit changes." Jason laughed. "Over the years, I have worked hard on that concept. I call myself, the Man of a Million Faces. Look over there." Kriston turned for a split second and when he turned around, Jason was wearing a tuxedo with a red bowtie and slick back black hair. "What the--" Kriston blinked and when he opened his eyes, he was back to normal.

"So a wind Titan."

"No. I own, helped built, and run this place. I am a Titan in every element. I want to see what element picks you. It's an interesting ceremony seeing what happens to my students when they find out they belong to a certain element. But first, hand over the wand. We don't use Kingtillium Relics here."

"What?! No! My dad gave this to me!"

"Your dad is Sir Aaron, Head of Atoaquinn's High Council."

"So..."

"So he works directly for the King. We don't use Kingtillium Relics here."

"It does not matter. It is from my father."

"If your father didn't work for him, then use could keep it."

"What do you have against the King. He is awesome."

"Great guy. But he did something unforgivable to me. His laws are fair and reasonable. He runs a great Kingdom and Realm. Perfect guy. But what he did to me, I try to avoid any thing that has to concern him. Now hand it over."

Kriston's wand started the glow a very bright purple. Jason nodded. "Kriston, stop that." Kriston urged his magical powers to control his wand. "I'm not...doing it!" It started to vibrate and it sparked and blasted out of Kriston's hand. A spiraling glowing purple portal opened in front of the wand and...Kyrie walked through!

"You replicated yourself? Dope!" Forge yelled. Kriston stood up and brushed himself off, straightening his silk robe. "No, Zritmas. This here, is my twin Kyrie. He is a student of Kingtillium." Jason flew off the ground. "Another Kingtillium related thing! No, go back through that portal! Now!"

Kyrie countered, "Kriston! Don't give away the wand! Remember what dad said?!"

Jason had anger issues. Too bad he didn't know before the assault of rage.

Jason flew over everyone. A fiery tornado spiralled around Jason and his hands caught on fire. "Kyrie. You seem like a good kid. But I don't need more Kingtillium Students here. Anything that has to do with him isn't allowed here." He prepared to blast Kyrie. Forge ran over glowing a blinding white. His still blues eyes turned silver. "Jason! It is I, Titan Mage of Archamium! Forge Zritmas! Stand down sir! He is not an enemy!"

Too late. Jason blasted Kyrie. He got blasted and the impact pushed him through the portal. Kriston picked up his wand and slipped it in the sleeve of his silk robe. He ran through the portal and saw Kyrie's Kingtillium Dorm. Kyrie lied on the floor moaning. A guy with bristling medals and an eye patch ran up and keeled by his side. "Kyrie, it's me, Dellta! Oh my...He looked at Kriston. "You must be Kriston Wrathe. His condition is critical. I'll get King Atoaquinn! Watch him.

Dukestep and Forge ran through. "Whoa...Kingtillium got room upgrades. Oh uh.." He called out to Dellta. "Aye Dellta! Sup bruh. One heck of a reunion but, I can revive him."

Dellta grinned. "Hey man. Good to see ya Zritmas. But I'm not getting the King to heal Kyrie. I'm going to tell him what happened. I used my powers to read his thoughts. I saw his last sights before Jason...blasted him. Good to see ya, good ol' Forge Zritmas! Must be on my way!" Dellta turned and ran down the hall. Kriston knelt at Kyrie's side. Down worry, brother. Forge! Come here!" Forge rose his hand and his staff flew through the portal to his hand.

Forge's face actually looked serious for once. He placed his hand on the middle of Kyrie's chest. "My my.....Jason's fireball was powerful. I'd say this is level 50 enchanting. He tapped his staff on Kyrie's chest and he sat up. "That'll keep him for now, but ɪᴍᴍa need to run a blood test and take further studies to see what is truly wrong with him."

King Atoaquinn ran in with Dellta at his side. "No need. We are taking the treachery of Jason Kevpes to court. What he did to our new prodigy will not be forgiven." Kriston's father, Sir Aaron run up on the other end of the Hall.

"I agree."

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