The sun rose upon the sleeping earth... and the light woke Brad up. He yawned slightly, and got up and made himself a peppermint/eggnog mocha- one of his favorites. He slowly drank it, and read the news on the Internet on his iPhone. Nothing of importance that he saw.
"Oh well. Guess its just a normal day." Brad thought to himself. He then took off his clothes, and got into the shower. As he turned on the water, he wondered about how his classes would be. However, within a minute, the water was at a hot temperature, and Brad got in. About 10 minutes later, he got out of the shower, got dressed, and realized: it was 3 hours beofre his first class began. He decided to go out and train- it was allowed after all. He went to the forest, and began by training his muscles.
He picked up a huge rock, lay on his back, and proceeded to lift it up continuously. He made extra careful not to drop it- he had nothing protecting his torso, and a boulder of that size, approximately 300 lbs, might crack all of the bones in his upper body. He continued, for about 20 minutes, to lift the boulder, up and down, with one hand- his right. He then switched to his left, and 20 minutes after that, he switched to his legs. After an hour, he cooled off, and began sword training. He unsheathed Apocalypse, and proceeded to wield it with his left hand. he jumped, hacked, and slashed, proceeding to practice all techniques with his sword. Although he already knew the art of the sword to an advanced degree, the Paladin arts required much greater skill, precision, and deadliness. Therefore, he continued to train, and smiled as his brawny form swung the sword, decapitating many a tree. His white hair was soaked in sweat, but it still blew slightly in the occasional wind. By the end of the second hour, many trees had been cut into or decapitated, and he was panting with fatigue. yet he smiled- he was training, and he knew, no matter how long it took him, he would get better. He then started on dark magic, and after an half an hour of using dark magic, he went to his room, cooled off, ate a few donuts for breakfast- he burned way more than he consumed- and went to his classes.
From his dorm, Room 222 was just one building over. It you look at the center of the campus from Brad's dorm, a bit away from the center, the building with rooms 222-240 were right in front of Brad's dorm, and on the east center side. He went into the building, and the first room of the Victorian building was none other than Room 222, or Advanced Paladin Arts- Basic Paladin Arts 3rd period. He had his read jacket on, revealing his abdomen. His sword was at his side, and he had a prepared look in his blood red eyes. His white hair stood stationary. He was first in, and he sat down in the front of the class. It was in the shape of a semicircle, with the fighting arena/stage with a blackboard at the center, and a curving bunch of at least 20 rows surrounding it. Brad observed that on the board, in white chalk, and in neat print handwriting, was his teachers name: Ms. Evangeline McDowell. She, according to the handbook every student got, was the teacher for just the Basic and Advanced Paladin Arts. She then proceeded to walk into the room. She was in her 20's, about 27, Brad assumed. She was about 7', and had flowing golden hair down to her medium sized breasts. She had graceful arms, like a dancer, and a slim, hourglass build. She, at her hips, carried a sheath. On it, the word "Zephyr" was written, and the sheath had a pattern of blue tornados in ornate geometry- she was obviously a Wind Paladin. Although Paladin swords conduct any and all magic, they had a preferred magic that they conducted better than the rest. She wore a black dress, with silver stripes, that covered her torso, her arms up to her elbows, and her legs halfway to the knee, so a quarter length. She sat in her chair, big and made of white leather, behind her ornate, cherry red wooden desk. As the 7 minutes allotted to get to class went by, more people filed in- but not a lot. Brad saw 2 Earth Paladins, 2 Lightning Paladins, 2 Fire Paladins, 2 Ice Paladins, and two water Paladins. Among the class, he was the only Dark Paladin, and there were no Wind Paladins. After the bell rang 3 times, she began to speak in a lyrical, calm voice that comforted the tense students. She spoke Australian English.
"Hello, dear class. I am Ms. Evangeline McDowell. You are to refer to me as "ma'am" or "Ms. McDowell". I am here to teach you the rare arts of our Paladin class. Our class is small- our paths are hard. I shall teach you the ways of your blades, and how to use magic force in your sword techniques. You all have some form of magic class, so spells will not be used here. This class is no cakewalk- you will be worked to the bone. Our powers are incredible, but our path is the hardest- we master magic and swordfighting. If you want to be a Paladin, you must not crack under the pressure! Train outside of class if you can- for all of your classes. I know that only one of you is a first year, so most of you should have already taken Basic Paladin Arts. Today, class, I shall examine your swords, and we shall share our chosen magic type. Then, each one of you shall exhibit your preexisting sword techniques- most of you should have only one or two. Welcome to Advanced Paladin Arts, class."
Ms. McDowell started with the second years by alphabetical order. Of the 5 elements represented by his peers, there was one boy and one girl for Earth, Fire, Ice, Lightning and Water. She examined their swords- she did not say anything. Then, she got to Brad.
"Brad, tell the class what type you are." said Ms. McDowell calmly.
"I am a 1st Year Dark Paladin, ma'am." said Brad in a monotone, obedient voice.
"Wow... a Dark Paladin? And at 1st year! Thats rare in my Advanced Class- last year I had two second year Dark Paladins. Let me see your weapon- is it a sword, or a spear???" asked Ms. McDowell in a curious tone. She really seemed interested. Brad unsheathed his black sword, and gave it to Ms. McDowell.
"This is Apocalypse, my blade. It comes from before AD, and has been in my family for many, many, many generations. It is a dark blade. I don't know what the main metal is, but the flames are made of gold and diamonds." said Brad in a calm tone. Ms. McDowell, after examining Apocalypse and giving it back., remained silent, and went to the front of the class.
"Time to show off your techniques, class. Come on down!!!" said Ms. McDowell in a charismatic voice. Brad barely paid any attention, and none of the etechniques caught his eye. He went down, and showed off Judgement on the steel dummy. The black metal of his blade glowed a blinding white, and after he slashed at the steel dummy in furious speed, it fell into pieces, and the pieces rusted and decayed. Then, the bell rang. After Brad walked out the door, Ms. McDowell wrote: "By jove, this first year is incredible! He will do well for our Paladin class. I am honored to help bring our class of fighters to higher levels through this exemplary young man.
After Brad left, he had Advanced Dark Magic. His teacher there was a cloaked man, who wielded a scythe. Due to his cloak, not much was revealed of him, but he appeared to be a hard-driving, merciless teacher. The class was even smaller thatn Paladin Arts- only 6 other people in his class, and none of them were paladins. His teacher was to be called Mr. Malentus. He learned better control of dark magic in his class, and Brad went to Tactics. there, he studoied the whole period. the class was led by the amiable and kind Ms. Kyugashi. She was a small woman, but was kind. Her clas had 16 students including Brad- it was obvious that he was far apart from most of the campus. Brad then went back to his dorm, ate the cafeteria pizza, which was actually quite good, and went back to study all of his subjects- he was in for quite a school year.
