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[ch.0] “Hurry, Yuta! It might fly away!”

The young boy followed his friend, his quiet footsteps in the grass picking up rhythm. “Wait up!” he shouted, fighting the slight pain in his throat from heavy breathing. The other stood still in front of a large bush and waited as the child caught up.

“Where is it...?” his companion mumbled, pushing branches around in an attempt to spot the insect he had been blabbering about. Yuta watched the plant closely, widening his eyes as if doing so would allow him to see further into the cluster of greenery. After not noticing anything other than leaves, he tilted his head to get a new angle. The sunlight reflecting off the leaves moved in sync, causing him to smile to himself. The boy swayed his head from side to side, observing the seesaw of the gleam.

A light humming suddenly sounded from behind the duo. Both children whipped their heads around to see a large orange beetle soaring over the top of the garden wall.

“Nooo! I wanted to capture it and show it to Papa...”

Yuta patted the other’s shoulder comfortingly. “It’s okay! Let’s find another bug to show to His Highness.” He skipped over to the pond, scanning the water’s surface for the jumping insects he knew enjoyed prancing on the aqua.

“O-Okay.. But can we do it later? I want to play some more.”

He smiled. “Sure.”

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[ch.1] “Okay, let’s get going.”

Sicheng glared at his friend, hugging his books against his chest. His legs ached from standing still, waiting hours for Yoonoh to finish his conversations with practically every student in the academy. The sun was beginning to set, too. If they wanted to head to the library, they were running out of time.

“You better mean it,” he warned.

Yoonoh laughed. “I promise, I won’t stop to talk to someone again.” He took a step forward, glancing over his shoulder to make sure his companion was following.

“Why can’t I have a best friend that isn’t sociable..?” Sicheng grumbled, picking up his feet.

“If I wasn’t, we wouldn’t be friends, now would we?”

“... Yeah.”

Still, how could someone befriend so many people? The school was humongous, yet everyone knew the name “Jung Yoonoh”. He had fangirls ogling his princely appearance, guys inviting him to random parties, and academic overachievers asking him for help on homework. The guy was never alone.

“It looks like we’re too late.”

Sicheng stared at the sign hanging on the entrance doors blankly, before turning his head to his friend. “I wonder why.”

“Hey, Winwin...” He chuckled nervously, grabbing the other’s wrist and guiding him down the stairs. “There’s no need to get mad at me! Why don’t we go grab a bite before we head to the dorms?”

“Okay, but can we study while we eat?” the wizard asked.

“Sure!”

“Also, I told you Sicheng is fine. Stop calling me ‘Winwin’.”

“I will not stop.”

[ch.2] “You’re late.”

Yuta halted in front of the towering tree, panting lightly as he caught his breath. His eyes met the displeased expression of the man leaning against the trunk. “My humblest apologies.”

“It’s unlike you to not be punctual.” He glanced around, concerned. “Where’s Haechan?”

“I sent him to scout the area for townspeople.”

His companion’s features softened, removing the shadows from the creases on his face. “I see. I take that you are keeping him concealed?”

“Of course.”

Yuta watched as the man ambled behind the bole, concealing himself from even his partner. The breeze gently tickled the subordinate’s hair, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Tomorrow, you’ll have to be very careful.” From just his voice, he could pick up the fear and concern his comrade felt. “If you’re caught by even one individual, the chances of execution are high.”

“I understand the risks, your hi--” He stopped himself before he managed to finish his sentence.

There was a pause while the other’s reaction processed. “Have I not told you to stop addressing me by my title?” he reminded, tone indicating his frustration.

The younger man lowered his head. “I believe you did, I apologize.”

Heavy silence filled the air, only interrupted by the occasional calling of birds in the distance. Yuta stepped towards the tree trunk, seating himself on the grass under the shade. “You know,” he started, “You can’t hide yourself forever.”

“... I know that.”

[ch.2] What if now isn’t a good time..?

Renjun frowned, retreating his head back behind the bookshelf. The presence of two wizards was exciting, but nerve-wracking. He didn’t want to interrupt them when they were clearly engrossed in their textbooks. Who knew what spells they had up their sleeves, he could be turned into the bread loaves he baked this morning.

“Stop thinking like that!” the boy mumbled to himself, slapping his cheeks. There was nothing dangerous about talking with them, surely they wouldn’t mind him asking a few questions.

Peeking over the rows of shelves, Renjun watched the RAE students flip through the countless pages of information on the table. I wonder what they’re learning..

“Hi, do you need something?”

He jumped at the sudden sound. One of the wizards had their gaze on him now, a small, comforting smile on his face. The baker also recognized the appearance of dimples on the man’s cheeks from his previous venture to the library.

“U-um..”

“Oh, you’re the guy Sicheng got nervous talking to!” the stranger exclaimed, his voice remaining soft as to not disturb other visitors.

The boy across the table glared at him. “I wasn’t nervous,” he whispered.

Renjun quietly nodded his head, inching closer to the duo. Standing so close, he felt the weight their mana in the air. It was either their magical energy or his nervousness that made it hard to breathe.

“You’re interested in learning this stuff, aren’t you?” The student pointed at his textbook, opened on a page about potions and healing spells. “Wanna join us for today?”

Sicheng stiffened, watching his friend desperately. “Yoonoh..”

“It won’t be that bad,” Yoonoh, who had never introduced himself in conversation, reassured. “Come, sit down. Let’s learn it together.”

[ch.0] Sicheng sat in the back of the room, away from everyone else. His surroundings were drowned by the knowledge in his textbook, spells upon spells making their way into the boy's memory. Every minute before a lecture was precious time for him to retain information.

When the bell chimed, the aspiring wizard shut his book, looking towards the front of the classroom. His professor walked in, beginning the lesson with a mesmerizing visual spell. The golden glimmer from the wand made its way around the room, the student's eyes following it with amazement.

As the teacher began to speak, Sicheng felt a light tap on his shoulder.

"Is this seat taken?" the stranger asked, pointing at the spot beside the boy.

He shook his head, and watched as the unfamiliar face sat down. Nobody sat next to him, it had always been that way. Who was this guy?

As if reading his mind, the stranger reached out his hand. "I'm Yoonoh, what's your name?"

"I-It's Sicheng..," he answered, hesitantly taking the handshake.

Could he trust Yoonoh? Was he serious about magic, or was he just another lazy person in his year? He couldn't sense anything wrong from the polite smile on the other student's face, and considering he had all his textbooks on his desk, he looked alright.

"It's nice to meet you, Sicheng. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind showing me around RAE after class?"

[ch.2] “Big brother Renjun!”

Jungwoo turned to see the children crowding around his friend at the door. He chuckled, seeing the boy struggling to not topple over and spill the bread in his hands.

“Hi guys.. Haha...” Renjun awkwardly greeted, shuffling around to find a path around the kids. He glanced over at the older boy with pleading eyes when he realized there was no way out of the crowd.

Nodding, Jungwoo approached the doorway and reached for the individually wrapped snacks. He placed them on the front counter one by one while telling the children to make room. “Okay my little flowers, please let big brother Renjun through~”

"Yes, Jungwoo!"

The young visitor let out a small sigh of relief, walking to stand beside his friend through the freshly cleared path. Out of habit, he began arranging the bread on the counter as if it were a display in the bakery.

"What brings you here?" Jungwoo questioned. He leaned his back against the edge of the flat surface, observing the children. It would be upsetting if they were fooling around while someone was visiting.

"Nothing really, just here to deliver snacks," Renjun replied. "Is Mother Kei here?"

The older boy shook his head. "She left for the market a while ago."

"I see.."

Jungwoo stood up, noticing one of the kids struggling to reach a toy on a higher shelf. He walked over, grabbing the item and handing it to the young girl before returning to Renjun. "You could wait for her. She should be back in another hour."

"I'll just stay for a little bit," Renjun decided.

Jungwoo smiled. "I think the kids would love that."

[ch.2] Renjun sat quietly in the large armchair, knees against his chest. His face was buried in yet another thick book, even after he finished all the ones lying closed on the library floor. There was just too much knowledge he was missing, he felt.

“Wave your wand in a clockwise motion… The spell may fail if you do it too quickly…”

Quietly mumbling the instructions to himself, the boy traced a circle in the air with his finger as shown in the diagram on the page.

“Ah, that didn’t feel right… Let me try again..”

He balanced the book on top of his knees. Never taking his eyes off the page, his orbs scanned over the letters again. Just as he lifted his finger, he heard a quiet cough in front of him.

“Excuse me, are you finished with that book?”

Renjun looked up, lowering his digit in embarrassment. A boy- likely a few years older- stood in front of him. He had deep brown eyes covered by a pair of round glasses and a few locks of blond hair. A cloak draped around his shoulders, and full lips that moved ever so slightly as he whispered his question.

“Oh.. I’m not, sorry. Do you need it?”

The stranger hesitated before nodding silently. He extended his hand towards the textbook on Renjun’s lap. An emblem pinned to his cloak sparkled as his arm moved from underneath.

Royal Academy of Enchantments…

The younger boy’s eyes widened at the crest of one of the largest magic schools in front of his eyes.

“Sicheng, did you find the textbook?”

Another boy walked up to the seating area, resting a hand on his classmate’s shoulder. He looked to be the same age, although he was slightly taller and seemed to be more outgoing.

Renjun watched as Sicheng glanced at the book in his lap one more time, before silently shaking his head.

“That’s too bad then, I guess we’ll have to ask some of our other classmates.”

Turning his friend around, the new boy gave a polite nod to Renjun before walking away.

[ch.0] "You WHAT?!”

Sicheng backed away from the woman, retracting into the collar of his shirt. His hand gripped the envelope and he grabbed onto the armrest of the chair to steady himself.

“It’s nothing to worry about mother... I’ll still be helping ou--”

“I told you to stay away from that type of sorcery, and this is how you betray me?! What is your father going to say when he finds out about this? Do you want to get kicked out of this family?!”

The boy didn’t respond, loosening his grip on the armchair. His head hung low, he could only see the toes of his mother and himself against the wooden floor.

“I just thought that learning magic would help the family...” he mumbled.

The woman glared at her son, snatching the acceptance letter from his hand. “How could something like this ‘help the family’? I thought I taught you better than to be dishonest and use magic of all things!”

Neither spoke as she caught her breath. Sicheng listened to the crackling of the fireplace behind her, avoiding her gaze at all costs. His eyes instinctively followed his mother’s feet as she started walking towards the fire. He felt a tear roll down his cheek, followed by another, and another.

His uneven breathing made it difficult for him to speak up as she plucked the paper out of the envelope. “Mother... Please... Don’t...”

Even through his blurred vision, he could see the flames engulf the RAE acceptance letter.