[i]"So we have to prove ourselves in a competition to earn our rank in this school, interesting..."[/i] Azrael mulled over this new information as some of the last introductions were made. The last to introduce himself seemed like a serious student, Arcadius, and very powerful. His line seemed to be very prestigious as well. It seemed many of the students here had unique magic or talents. He hoped his connection with the Masters was enough to give him a good standing within the school. They had assured him that his gifts would only grow stronger as his contracts became a more integral part of him.

However his maximum strength's growth had slowed in the last year, leading him to wonder if his connection to mana would do the same. His training went as it always did and every day Azrael made progress, but it wasn't enough for the determined boy. He wanted [b]more[/b]. There was still so much of his life locked away in his own mind. The Masters had found him without memory of his past and the last 6 years were the only thing Azrael knew of a life. Even his name had been given by the Elements in a ceremony of heavy beats and pulsing rhythms. They had told him that Arcana had once been the ancient name for all things magical. What that meant was a mystery to the boy, as much as his origins were.

None of that mattered as of now. He still had acquaintances to meet and Agatha and Apollo seemed like two of the most intuitive of the students. He'd attempt to integrate himself into their conversation next, but first... "You're right Aleksandra, my apologies." He gave her an apologetic dip of his head and started to make his way through the throng of students. When he was almost upon Agatha and Apollo, the mood of their conversation seemed tense and fairly intimate. Azrael was torn between introducing himself and upsetting Apollo further, or simply going back to his seat. Yet, who was this other boy Apollo was referring to? It seemed Agatha and Apollo were in an intimate conversation, just the two of them.