Disclaimer: I do not own what this story was inspired from

Sorry I'm Late. I was kicked into gear by an Yandere… (joke… maybe)

Also sorry for the shorter cap, can't seen to find inspirations on interaction in the school. Please tell me what you think about the world I'm building.

Someone requested for Shirou to have her name changed… don't know how without bringing up identity issues.

The aura was a way to make it seem possible that Nobels to able to be in power for 6000 years without rebels.

Great credit and thanks to souvikkundu0017 for a long list of legendary weapons weapons and their history. Use them later.

Please to not comment on my poor gamma, I know it's bad.

/Made some minor fixes, the rule breaker has changed to Azorth.

By the way… I really need a Beta… and reviews…

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The next morning Shirou was up bright and early, waking up with an adorable yawn "Uwagha"

After getting out of the almost 'heroic' level soft bed she began doing her morning routine, stretching, brushing her hair with a comb before the mirror and noting her hair was still the prestige white that Illya had had. She really liked the hair. It was the feature that that had been most notable about her sister, the thing they drew her glance.

Illya had loved her hair, zealously taking care of it. Something about she had her beloved mother's hair had been the same white, and that both her father and mother and loved playing with it. Shirou in her memory attempted to take as much care of it as she could with all her manly fineness. It was a bit more messy than her sister's, but that was possibly for the best. There was no need to draw up more issues about who she was than there already was.

After the hair the other thing that would draw the eyes was Illya's burning red eyes that seemed to shine as times. They shifted to express her mood, when she had been happy they would light up in a happy ruby red color, but while she was angry they would be swirling pools of not yet shred blood. They would however always be the same unnaturally luminous red.

Speaking of Illya's eyes, how do one use mystic eyes?

Illya had the mystical eyes of binding, something that she had used on her at their very first meeting. She put the matter out of her mind for another time.

The school uniform, the female one, was a brown cape held together at the front by the pentagram lock, a white shirt underneath and a skirt. Luckily for Shirou the school allowed a lot of modification to the base uniform, and so instead of a shirt Shirou got black pants instead. Which was more or less the male uniform.

She was immensely happy about not wearing a skirt.

Then Shirou was out of the door and finding no one in the hallway, it was very early after all. The servants was up and was beginning to work, some of them gave the noble a look of surprise as she went past them. It was rare that the young nobles are up early after all.

She went to a quiet out of the place spot in order to practice the spells that was in the book that Amparo had given her. They was beginner spells, ones she would learn here at the school, they were her first year books. Reason she was practicing as much as she could was this was a prodigious academy and anyone except her already had been given lessons. Even the other new nobles was given lessons before coming here, but because the time to the school start was so short for Emiya there wasn't time for her to be given some.

She had practiced on the trip of course, but she honestly found magic too fascinating not to practice anytime she could. She had practiced almost every single second on the trip after all. She also wanted to practice her magecraft.

Now every stick she used 'reinforce' on didn't bust into dust, instantly anyway. She also used one of her own created spells, this one was like Traceing which was an offshoot to Projection only as an offshoot to 'Reinforcement' and was created unintentionally. It's name was 'Structural grasp'.

It was a spell that Shirou had used lots of times when he helped repairing stuff in her former life before the war, it was also a key part of the spell Traceing.

It could be called both Shirou's and archer's greatest spell. Not only their greatest, but the core one that allowed them the strength they had. The ability which he had used 'Structural grasp' was so good Archer was able to even read the past and history of an object as well as powers and personality, it was what gave Archer the blueprints which he had created his fake swords from, it was what told him the story of the weapon. He was also able to read his enemies with it, and as such was able to predict their next moves. Enabling him as a human to keep up with entities that should be so far out of his level it wasn't even funny. Archer was so good with the spell that he could cast with through his eyes and through memories.

Shirou used it in the past to see how much he could reinforce things such as herself and her wooden sword before she become damaged due to overload and made her heart implode. It was what allowed her to stand along side Saber in the Holy Grail War and was the reason she didn't die instantly there.

If she did not know how much her body could take she would have died from her own spell before her enemies could have touched her. After being fused with Archer's arm she was able to use Structural grasp on the Jewel sword through Illya's memory of her ancestor having seen it.

Illya was a Homunculus model that has heritable memories from previous models of same type, and the original, Justeaze Lizrich von Einzbern, had seen the jewel sword which enable Illya to remember it and show it to Shirou. Illya wasn't a Justeaze-type model, but she was born of one and heavy modified in her mother's womb to allow for as much power as possible.

Sadly, Structural grasp is a delicate spell which require incredible control of one's magic. Shirou at the moment didn't have that control, and like with the reinforcement spell it destroyed what she used it on.

But she was working on her control as much as she could using grass she picked up, trying to reinforce it without tearing it apart on a molecular level. It was hard.

At last she had a weapon if she needed it, she could literally dust anything she touched. With her unnatural agility and strength she gained from Archer she was not defenseless in this new world. Though the act of 'dusting' a person wasn't really appealing to Shirou.

It was a bit unnerving to think that even if Shirou was physically weaker than she was, the world never looked more fragile then now. It was like the world was made of glass that could break asunder at the merest bit of force.

She had the ability to kill anything that wasn't protected by magic or had an absurd ability to withstand it with the simple act of overflowing them with pure power. Shirou looked at her fragile looking hands in deep thought. It wouldn't even leave that much evidence behind, a bundle of dust and nothing more. Magical dust maybe, but dust nonetheless.

Deciding not to think about it anymore she went back to practice.

The irony of having to limit her power when in the past she had so little of it was not lost on her.

After practice she went to breakfast. Seeing the other students for the first time. It was quite interesting how fast the hierarchy was being made from mentioning of titles and connections. How fast allies and enemies was chosen.

In particular a small pink haired one seemed to instantly recognize her family traditional enemy at a glance, and opposite, heated words seemed to be fired off there. They was apparently from very influential rival families both of them.

Shirou was feeling bemused by how serious these kids was taking their status, and not in the 'I have the duty and reputation of a noble of a good family to perform and protect', but in a snotty arrogant 'My daddy are better than yours' kind of way.

The new nobles are keeping a bit to themselves, though Shirou was able to spot some with determined look seeking to mangle with the old blood families to form connections for later in life. Not that the new nobles wasn't trying to establish a hierarchy of their own, arguing about who was better and loudest.

Shirou didn't really want to be part of that, and as such didn't really add anything to the conversation, or brag fest as it was, beyond her status as a new noble and didn't put in a fanciful story about how the one picked her killed a dragon and then teach her how to do it. That boy was creative in his story telling, not bad at it at any rate and had a small following listening to every word that came out of his mouth. All of them knew it was a lie, maybe, but the boy had a talent to spin a tale.

However Shirou had vastly underestimated the power of appearance. Shirou was beautiful, was graceful and since she was here, magical power.

The others could unconsciously sense that this white haired new noble will go high places in the world, and thus wanted to associate with her... or make her their minion.

"Hallo, My name is Anne. What's your name?" Asked one of new nobles of Shirou. She was a girl maybe about three years older than Shirou looked like. Which was about twelve years old. Making this girl look like fifteen. She was reaching out her hand in a rather demanding greeting.

She was cute. She has stern face famed by dark copper colored hair. Her month set in a determined bend that made it easy for Shirou, who wasn't the best at reading people even at the best of time, to see this girl had ambition.

Shirou couldn't stand against such an expression, much less on such a little girl. Forgetting conveniently that at the moment that she was the smaller girl. Not that it would have changed anything anyway, Shirou felt mature like that no matter her form. She had been in her later years of her teenage life before the 'Change' as she began to call it in her mind.

So she reached out and took the stranger's hand and smiled, no need to be rude after all. She wasn't Taiga Fujimura after all. On that note Shirou thought about how fortunate it was to have older siblings such as Taiga who lead by showing. Yes, it was rather good to have a sibling in Taiga, adopted/guardian she may be, how else would a child know what not to do. It was nice to have someone to do all the mistakes for you. All you had to do was to learn off them, Shirou mentally sweat dropped as memories of Taiga demanding food entered her mind, And feed them.

"My name is Shirou, it is nice to meet you Anne."

Anne's shoulder dropped as tension left them at the friendly greeting and Shirou couldn't help but frown a bit in her mind at how everyone she seem to meet was so tense.

The girl already had other girls around her, two in fact, so she was kind of a leader. She quickly began to talk together, mostly on what they expected to be good at. Fire, Water, Earth or Wind.

"Father thinks I could be good at Wind magic" Said one of the two followers of Anne who introduced herself as Blanche. She was overweight but not much, her father had been one of the rare wealthy commoners that got hired to positions of power within a nobles household. Blanche was obviously a father's girl as she makes a reference to him every second sentence. She was proud of him.

Shirou breathed in as subtly as she could through her nose, detecting the faint smell of water coming from Blanche. It seemed that the girl's father was wrong in this case, it was water magic that would come easiest to this girl. Her ability to smell magic can not lie, at last she didn't think so.

She have gotten memories from Archer, or rather instincts. The knowledge about magic sensing, which manifested in them as a smell was one of them. It was just something she knew how to do one day.

The white haired girl didn't share her knowledge with Blanche as she didn't want to stand out in such a manner. And the ability to detect one's elemental affinity would undoubtedly make one stand out. The people here worship magic so such ability would make her known to all the important people everywhere within the month. Such a thing was not something she could effort.

She instead smiled politely.

The other follower of Anne disagreed with Blanche's assessment of her magical affinity.

"I think you would be better suited for earth magic" Remarked the girl that had introduced herself as Myrtle as she gave a subtle glance at Blanche's big boned figure. Anne gave a warning glance at her for the remark and she smiled as she backed off. This one was thin, unhealthy so. She didn't talk about about her parents at all. Shirou suspected her to be a street kid.

Blanche didn't notice the slight at her figure, reminding obvious as she thought over the possibility of being an earth mage. She didn't really like earth, but she didn't dislike it neither. It was something she walked on every day. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I suppose that would be acceptable too, though I would prefer Wind. Myrtle, what element do you think you have?" Blanche admitted and then asked of her freind.

Myrtle grinned a little too wide to seem fully sane "Fire"

Anne ignored the girl's wide smile and turned towards Shirou "What element do you think you have?"

Shirou smiled back "I would guess Earth"

Her having the Earth element wasn't merely a guess, she had tried some of the more advanced spells from the book Amparo gave her. None of them worked as magic was more complicated than that, it was just that the earth spells didn't fail as horribly as the other ones.

It still wasn't pretty though. Who knew earth could turn such a grotesque color?

Plus her origin was Sword. Or rather it was, who knew what it was now?

"What about you Anne, what do you think your element could be?" Questioned Blanche curiously looking at the copper haired teen.

"Mine would be Fire" Stated Anne looking too sure of it for her not to have some kind foreknowledge. Like Shirou and her attempts at elemental magic, which favored earth. Anna likely did the same but her magic favored fire magic more then the rest.

It could be she simply was discovered early and having time to self study before coming to Tristania Academy of magic and had enough time to find out proper what her element was.

A subtle sniff from Shirou confirmed that Anne was a fire alined mage. She smelled of still warm ash. Myrtle however smelled like wind and dust. Shirou wasn't sure what that meant, the duel smell, but she assumed that it likewise Myrtle had affinity for two different elements and not them combined.

Though that may come in time if the girl was powerful and talented enough.

All the information that could be gleamed through her magic sniffing nose was incredible, it made her sad that she was unable to smell her own magic. All that information that she would be able to gather about her own magic would help immensely. Her own scent was however marked as normal and unimportant and filtered out by instinct. It would require nearly the same amount of control over one's body and mind as to stop one's own heart as to interfere in that.

The instinct that deep rooted.

At last that was how Shirou liked to think it was, she didn't really know as she didn't study such things. All she knew that she could not smell her own magical favor and she couldn't stop her own heart. She didn't try that hard on stopping her heart though.

Moving her mind to other things Shirou left the unpleasant subject of stopping hearts just in time to see the headmaster stand up. Getting the attention of everyone there and the talks died down.

The headmaster was old, very old. He was had a large gray beard that his chest in length. His equally gray hair had a similarly length, reaching his chest. He wore a plain black robe, something that he didn't have to wear but preferred over something more fancy. A personal choice.

His magical focus of choice was an old staff. It looked dry and brittle from it age, but otherwise well cared for. Clearly this was a tool he had favored and used for a long time. He smiled at those before him.

"Welcome to Tristania Academy of magic everyone. I am Headmaster Osmond, the leader of this holy ground of teaching. Both me and the teaching staff are pleased to welcome new and old students into our halls once more. To the new I will ensure you that you are in the most capable of hands regarding your education as a mage. We hire only the very best of teachers, just as we accept only the best of students. I hope you can live up to our and you country's expectations."

Osmond's face gained a hard and unforgiving touch, his eyes of stone.

"One warning though. No fighting or dueling are allowed doing your life within these walls. This Academy is neutral grounds. Whatever enemies you have, your family have or your country have do not matter here. Any attempt at fighting or sabotage result is expulsion in disgrace. I am not asking you to be friendly, but I am demanding you to be civil. I say it again this academy is holy ground, this institution is dedicated towards learning the teachings of the holy father of magic, Founder Brimir"

With a wave of his hand Osmond called the servants in with the food, as they did at once, as he face relaxed into that of a normal old man.

"Enough with the talk. I hope you will enjoy your stay here. For now let's eat breakfast and let us get on our way. Remember to study hard" He set down and began to lecherously eye one of the maids. Maids with maid outfits and all. Shirou may also have stared a bit.

She was male at heart after all.

After the meal the new nobles and the old nobles split off to different classes.

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"My name is Paulette Affré!" Said their teacher quietly, but her voice had a penetrating quality that she may as well have been shouting. Clear and delivered with intent. Every single tone demanded to be heard. A voice that even if she whispered what she wanted to say the whole room would be able to hear her clearly.

Her gray eyes coldly observing those she would have to teach with indifference. Her graying hair set primly, but practically. She was an elder lady that was beautiful despite her old age. She aged like fine wine as the saying go, gaining more depth as time went.

"I am you teacher for two weeks. Within that time frame I will teach you the basics of the conduct of Nobles, your new status and what it entails of duty and what it gives you in rights. In other words, I am here to teach you what you need in your new place in this world. That include history, math, basic magic lore and manners."

She waited a bit for her students to absorb her introduction speech. Though not long enough for their attention to wander.

"First I will start with why you as new nobles as important to our society. Something you likely do not know if you are not related to a noble family. The truth is that the chance of being born with magic is low, even for nobles."

"In fact, the only people that are certain to have a child with the holy gift of magic is the royal family. From there the chance to have a child with the magic gift is rather low. So low that under half the children born to two nobles have it"

"That is why most high ranked nobles decide to adopt magical talented children above the low chance their own have the talent. A noble's safe bet of a successor to his or her title and position." Again Paulette paused to make the information be absorbed. "Magically talented people like those in this room"

Many the in the room stiffed at the implications of their teacher's words.

Paulette wasn't interested in being subtle however. The whole game of hints wasn't really her thing, so she went out and said it.

"At the end of the year there is a festival in the capital, You can show your worth there to the high ranked nobles. If you do good more people will be interested in you, both to hire you after graduation or just to seek you out to form a connection with a talented individual. In rare cases you may be approached by a pair seeking to adopt you. It all depends on you and how much you learn doing the year"

"The festival is one of the most important event for young nobles to seek out useful friendships and contracts as well as know where they stand magically and talent wise compared to other nobles. I hope this with be enough initiative for you to do your best."

Poulette had the whole room captivated by her words seemly without effort. Though there was a few of her students that looked disinterested in the subject of social standing. That was fine that was their choice. If a student didn't want to learn or take what was teach seriously than that was their own choice.

Without much pause she continued her talk. There was still more information to cover.

"Now I will do as short and very basic overview over our social system and rankings within this country. At the very top is the royal family. They rule the country and everyone within. As of right now there is a queen after the king tragically died about a half a year ago. Next in the line is the princess. Then downward, Duke/duchess, viceroy/vicereine, earl and count/countess, viscount/viscountess, Baron/baronetess, and lastly the knight/dame"

"Likewise they have level of territory depending on their rank, likewise from the top down. These ranks aren't all of those that are as I have not included royal advisers and the Archmage and where they rank, as that is more complicated matters that we don't currently have time for. I merely listed those that can own land"

"Of those titles, only the title of Knight or Dame are achievable by those born outside of a noble family, and that is only if said individual is well liked and made accomplishments worthy of the queen's notice. The rest is hereditary."

"That means even now there is an upper limit in what you can achieve by talent alone. That is why for those that are really ambitious need to really impress at the festival if you want to rise above that barricade. Good luck. Lesson over, dismissed"

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Shirou was in her room, looking at books on history she had borrowed from the library. As she was doing so she thought about her strange situation, and more importantly what to do about it.

There was nothing she wanted more than to be back in her old world in her body, with Illya alive and well in this one. To be at Sakura's side as they put their life after the Holy Grail War together with Rin, Rider and Illya. To be with the people that she had formed such a close bond with.

There was truly nothing she wished more and have Sakura and herself cook dinner in her own house with Saber, Rin, Rider, Illya and Taiga sitting at the table waiting impatiently, except for Rider who is patient by nature, for dinner to be served. Having a heated discussion going between Rin and Illya, which Saber and Taiga would get themselves involved in with Rider attempting and failing to play mediator between the hot heads.

However that was not to be. Saber was dead, Shirou had killed her herself. Stabbed to death with the dagger "Azorth''. A dagger given to her by Rin.

Shirou felt tears in her eyes as she thought about it. Saber had been a friend, and a sort of mentor to her. Then Saber had been stolen by Caster and later corrupted by Dark Sakura. The servant had blocked her way to Sakura. There haven't been a choice for Shirou who had decided to put Sakura above the world then to go through Saber who was blocking the way to her.

And through she went, with steel through Saber's heart.

Not that it had been an easy fight, as Shirou had been too close to death more times doing it than she could count. Her injuries had also been too close to lethal, not to mention the mess overusing her magic had left her.

Any sane man would have left it at that and given up if he wanted to live, however at the time she wasn't a sane man and thus continued on.

Illya was also… not dead, but not 'alive'. Her sister wasn't 'gone' but wasn't 'there'.

Then more than that, Shirou was in a whole other world. And that more than anything else was her problem right now.

And one that she knew she had no chance to solve.

Oh, She would try wholeheartedly to go back to her own world, But the chance of arriving to her world is infinitely small.

That was the making the Jewel sword that act as a medium for Zelretch Schweinorg to use the second Magic, also known as Kaleidoscope. Magic that work on the idea that parallel worlds exist.

Which they do.

She had made the sword for Rin to use as a boost to her power doing the confrontation with Dark Sakura.

Making the sword required a bit of understanding of how the magic worked, something that the sword rather than Rin or Illya had taught Shirou. Tracing is a magic ability that allow her to remake an almost exact copy of any sword or weapon she wanted. But she couldn't do so without understanding what she was making. She understand what she was making through the spell Structural Grasp, which like the tracing she had far beyond norm in ability to use, that can when the spell is used on a weapon tell her how it was made and more importantly how it was used.

Just looking at the jewel sword had given Shirou more knowledge about the Second magic than Rin's family had figured in generations.

And that was why she knew the impossibility that returning to her world was.

The concept of an alternative world is a world that in a different world someone did something different than the first world, thus making that world different. In some alternative worlds the difference may be so small you wouldn't have noticed if you had been switched into one, while other worlds may be so alien you would be unable to live there.

In some that distinct action that made the alternative universe may be a war that went differently, or it could be something as simple as whatever to or not getting out of bed that one morning.

However what if every single action you take or have not taken makes an alternative universe running alongside yours? Every single twitch of every single of your muscles done differently? Every single thought you could have thought?

There is a near infinite amount of breaching realities occurring from yours within seconds.

Then what if a second later every single of those realities breach themselves into their own near countless universes? Then a second later those together with their original reality and that's reality's original reality split yet again… and again… and again.

Even more, what if it was not just your actions you may have done or not done that split into an alternative reality?

Everyone around you have their own actions they could have done that they have done in another universe. Every single second near infinite about of realities spawn of everyone, and in that reality everyone could react in infinitely different ways to that action that then spawn their own realities and everyone could react in infinitely different ways in those. Creating a chain-reaction that makes so many realities appear that it was uncomprehending by the human brain.

Then what if it was not only humans that create those realities?

Animals, wind, water, earth, and fire are the simple ones. But what about something as big as our solar system? However little things that happens every thousandth of a second that could have gone that little differently? That about the whole of the galactic entirety and whatever life that may or may not have been?

And that is only what amount of alternative universes that spawn of that every instant.

Now think about what amount of realities that had already been created before you thought about it. From before the Big Bang that created everything to this very moment.

The word you could use is infinite.

And that would still not be enough, not with people with the ability to interfere beyond their own reality such as Zelretch. Or people that like her had been displaced into another that wasn't her own, and with the concept of the Kaleidoscope should could have appeared inside everyone of those universes that is at anytime at any location.

To find one's own reality within all of those that exist was impossible. No matter how many countless realities that have spawned from that one since she disappeared from it.

Then to make the matter even more impossible is to find a way to travel into alternative realities in the first place.

Even Zelretch can't do that. He can only get immaterial things like a knowledge, power, or when wanting to humiliate people with who they could have been, a personality into this world. Also he can't make contract to a world where he do not exist as a user of the Second magic.

Shirou who is here do not exist on the world she left behind, making the matter of returning that much harder.

She would attempt to get back to her own reality, but she didn't have much hope for success.

Moving her hand she wiped the tears from her eyes, attempting to read as hopelessness began to set in as the full situation began to make itself cruelly clear to her. To comprehend just how far from home she was.

Tears began to fall down on the book she gave up on reading, closing it softly before the pages got too wet. She just sat and cried as she looked out at the window at the two moons.

"Sakura, Rin, Illya, Saber... I miss you so much it hurts"

()()()()()

Poulette was once again standing before her class and was pleased to see that her previous lesson had motivated them and they was properly listening to her. With an invisible smile in her heart, because her face couldn't do anything other than be stern, she began another lecture.

"Now a lesson on magic and it's tiers. Depending on which tier of mage you are the amount of respect you get increase. Higher level mages gets more then magic, they get higher amount of authority and even a better salary"

"If two mages of similar noble rank wants something the mage with the highest magic tier wins and get first right. As you may know being a mage get you a salary from our government, that salary depends on how good a mage you are"

"There is many other little advantages to being a better mage gives you, but we will go over those later"

Paulette paused to make sure that her words was understood by the class, and from the ambition shining in her students eyes they did. With a hidden smile she went on.

"Now, I will go over the various mage ranks going from the bottom to the top. The first is the non ranked, what you are at the moment. Those non ranked are what take up the most numbers of those able to use magic. Roughly around 50% of any magic user are there. A high number, but I believe all of you will be able to advance to the next level."

"That level being the Dot mage. Someone that made connection to one element, something we will go over later. Of those able to use magic you will find roughly 30% stuck at this rank. This rank get's you the biggest boost of magic potency as it is said that one of this rank is five times more powerful than a non ranked"

"The rank after Dot is the Line mage. This level are a mage that are able to connect two connections to the elements at the same time. Around 15% is around here. It is said that a Line mage is double in power than a Dot mage but three times the versatility"

"Then there is the Triangle mage. There is only around 4.75% that reach this level. Those of this level of rank don't quite double in raw power, but it is close."

"Square class mages are the highest tier you can hope to reach, and you can not be sure of that as the road to this peek are near impossible to reach. Only 0.25 reach here, Or in other words one mage in every 400 that try. Those of this level have more power than anyone would ever need, or so they say. Due to the amount of destruction a fully charged Square class spell would do it is not tested how much power those of this class have compared to those of the other ranks"

"Of course, there is the unreachable rank that was said to belong to the Funder, the Pentagon class. But as I said that is unreachable and not something you would need to think about. However it is said that the current Archmage is close to getting there, but that is only unreliable rumors and heresy. Nonetheless, avoid drawing the ire of that woman at all costs"

"I will go over how one determine one's element later and how to judge one's mage class in another lecture."

Poulette nodded "This conclude this class, dismissed"

()()()()()

Anne is ambitious. Though still just a girl she has grand, if vague, dreams for her future. Her path was not yet clear in how to reach those uncertain goals she had, but she was planning as hard as she could.

It was a bit of a dilemma not knowing where she wanted to end up, yet unable to settle for less than the very best possible.

Yet the most essential step to that distant top was attained. A step that depended solely on her being lucky. That being having been born with magic.

To her luck she was born with the ability to use magic, and luckier still was that she seemed to have the ability to become a powerful user at that. Though her affinity was for fire, which carried a bad reputation among the common folk.

It wasn't something she cared about much, but she could remember the genuine fear on the grown up people where she grew up whatever the subject 'fire magi' come up. Mostly because higher ranked soldiers often have that destructive element and use it rather freely when an 'upstart' commoner needs to be kicked down.

Fire also being the element that left the most destroyed land and buildings in it's passing. The other elements could be just a dangerous, but they didn't leave an inferno on somebodies corn field.

Still Anne herself couldn't have been more pleased than having the fire element. She could feel it, her magic burning in her veins. Power warming her inside out, waiting eagerly to be called upon. Her confidence was a result of this pleasant feeling. There was nothing like the feeling of power at you back to push yourself forward.

That was the feeling that gave birth to the vague ambition she had. She wanted all she could grab, because she wanted it and just because she could. It was ambition just for the feeling of having an ambition.

It felt great.

Now another challenge was in her way yet again. Her lack of noble family.

Anne didn't care, she could only smile in face of opposition, her fire promised that anything that stood in her path would burn soon enough. In fact she was grateful for the resistance, this would make her fire burn that much brighter.

She would only grow stronger in the face of opposition.

()()()()()()

With glare Poulette stood before her class once again. Every and any student who had thoughts about slacking in their studies felt a predator just stepping into the room. One that could possibly read minds.

Poulette did something and the tension rose as invisible weight began to press down on the class. Something that continued to rise ever so slowly. Even if the pressure was becoming unbearably for some of the less fortitude nobody said anything, or rather they was unable to say anything.

They had the feeling of worthlessness. It was if not only was their bodies being crushed slowly, their very souls was under siege. Quickly tearing down their walls of self-worth. The difference in power… was crushing.

It was as they who couldn't resist, was unworthy.

Then it was gone.

"This was a mage's aura." Lectured Poulette coldly. "Magical power brought forth by my will with no purpose."

More than a few students was catching their breath, but some didn't have to. The difference in talent and potential between each individual was obvious to Poulette. It was not just about power that made you able to deal with an enemy's aura, there was also mental fortitude.

The more mental powerful you was the less magical power was required to withstand an aura, and the opposite was also true, the more power the less fortitude was needed to prevail.

"All of you project an aura, faint as it may be. That was what made you pass the Mage Test in the first place." She gave a hard look at those that looked most affected. "If you think this is bad, then think how a person without any magic would feel. Now sit straight and listen!"

The students did so, some looking rather sick.

"Good." Poulette said "Now, a Mage's aura has several uses. The one I will go over today is connected to the Mage Rank. As you may have noted the artifact around your neck, the pendant. At the end of each tip is a small gem"

Everyone looked at their pentagram pendant. Indeed there was a small dark gem at the end of each tip of the pentagram.

"Now I will show you once again my aura, though this time not as strongly. Remember to observe my artifact." she demanded as she held a pendant of her own up in her hand for the class to observe.

Again the feeling of press and domination, however it wasn't nearly as strong as the first time as their teacher had promised. Some of the students were visible getting sick by it nevertheless.

As the press rose the gem at the tip of the pentagram in her hand began to glow, the light was growing in strength as more power filled the room. As Poulette stopped releasing power the glow died and went out.

"That was a Dot mage's magical aura" The female teacher put the artifact away. "It is said that a triangle class mage have the ability to kill non-nobles with their aura alone. Likewise the square class can kill lesser mages with their aura."

"If you are confused where to stand in terms of power and standing, you merely have to release you magic and observe your own artifact. However, releasing your aura in places outside of a classroom or your own room is forbidden."

"You will learn how to draw out your aura in another class at a later time"

"Class dismissed"