2025-12-15 20:31:45The day of the Power-Checking Ceremony finally came.
The grand hall of Crimson Academy was packed. Students from every big school in the kingdom sat in neat rows. The air smelled like new uniforms and nervous sweat. A huge crystal ball sat on a golden stand in the middle of the stage, waiting.
One by one, students went up. A boy just finished. The crystal glowed bright gold.
“Class A!”
The teacher shouted.
The boy jumped down the steps, punching the air, laughing with his friends.
Then the teacher looked at her list.
“Lucien Pyre!”
Lucien stood up from the front row. Tall, Blood-red hair, perfect smile. He let out a small, confident chuckle and walked to the stage like he owned the place. Girls in the crowd started whispering.
“Look at him…”
“He’s so handsome…”
He stopped in front of the Empress. Who was seated on a high white throne with two strong mage-warriors standing on each side of her.
The Empress smiled kindly.
“I remember you, Lucien Pyre. Your father brought you to the palace when you were twelve, for early awakening rituals,right?”
Lucien rubbed the back of his head, shy but proud.
“Yes, Empress. You really remember me?”
“Of course. Put your hand on the crystal.”
He placed his palm on the ball.
WHOOSH!
White-gold light exploded out of it. The whole hall lit up like daylight.
The Empress stood up with a wide smile on her face.
“Class S!”
The crowd went crazy. Girls screamed. The boys clapped loudly. Lucien bowed again, grinning big.
Next name.
“Cassian Xavier!”
The hall got quiet fast.
“Xavier…?”
“Isn’t that Asta Xavier’s family?”
“Oh man, we’re doomed now…”
From the back row, Elara suddenly jumped and hugged Asta from behind.
“There you are, hot stuff!”
She whispered, voice playful.
Asta’s face turned pink.
“Hey, Elara…”
She nodded toward the stage.
“That your brother?”
“Yeah, he is my brother.”
Cassian walked up the steps slowly. Black uniform is perfect. Face cold with no smile on his face.
He put his hand on the new crystal ball.
CRACK—BOOM!
The crystal didn’t just glow. It exploded. Golden fire shot everywhere. Pieces flew like fireworks. The light was so bright everyone covered their eyes.
When it faded, the Empress was standing again, this time with a big smirk on her face.
“That’s the Xavier blood for you.”
She raised her voice loud and clear.
“Cassian Xavier — SS Class!”
The hall exploded louder than before, this girls began to whine again:
“He’s so handsome!”
“SS class… he’s basically a god!”
“I’m in love…”
Cassian walked down the steps, face still cold, but his eyes were shining.
Asta smiled small, remembering last night in the kitchen with Butler Grogery.
‘Flashback – Kitchen – Night’
Butler Grogerry sat across from Asta, voice soft.
“Cassian lost his parents when he was four. Lord Ignatius took him in, raised him like his own. But Cassian always knew he was adopted. He trained every single day. He never played like a normal kid. He never laughed a lot. He wanted to prove he was strong enough to belong.”
Asta listened quietly.
“If his flame burns brighter than yours tomorrow… he becomes head of the Xavier clan. That’s the old family rule.”
Asta asked.
“You really think that can happen?”
Grogerry smiled.
“I doubt it. Because you are…”
He stopped suddenly, his eyes wide.
Asta leaned closer.
“Because I am… what, Butler?”
Grogery shook his head fast.
“Because you are the true son of Lord Ignatius… the Fire Lord himself.”
‘Back to now’
Asta whispered to himself.
“But I still don’t think that’s what he really wanted to say…”
The teacher’s voice rang out again.
“Next! Asta Xavier!”
Elara squeezed his hand.
“Babe, you’re up! Go get ’em!”
Asta’s cheeks went red. He walked to the stage while everyone watched.
“Here comes the real son of Fire Lord Ignatius!”
“After today he’ll be a clan head for sure.”
“Lucky guy… strong and has Elara? I hate him.”
Cassian stood on the side, his fists clenched tight.
Asta reached the stage, bowed low to the Empress.
She leaned forward, smiling warmly.
The teacher smiled too.
“Place your hand on the crystal, Asta.”
Asta took a deep breath.
‘Alright… here I go.’
He muttered to himself as he
put his palm on the ball.
…….
Nothing.
No light nor a spark, not even a tiny glow.
The crystal stayed dark and cold.
Asta’s hand started shaking.
His voice came out small and scared.
“What… it can’t be… nothing… nothing is happening…”
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