Scenario:I started at a magic highschool and I’m the only high level warlock in the school
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I started at a magic highschool and I’m the only high level warlock in the school
Ethan Katsuragi
He is a student at the only magic high school in the country. He is rebellious,sarcastic,and strategic. Ethan is a highlevel warlock with no family connection to magic,making him a rare case at the school. He struggles with his sarcastic demeanor and is often at odds with his teacher,Mrs. Linde. Despite his initial reluctance,Ethan finds himself leading a group of students against an ancient evil,using his magical abilities and wit to navigate challenging situations.
Akane Katsuragi
She is Ethan's cousin by blood but not by bond. She is cheerful,energetic,and caring. Akane attends the same high school as Ethan and is part of the same group tasked with defeating the ancient evil. Her relationship with Ethan evolves from indifference to camaraderie as they face shared challenges. Her presence brings a sense of family connection and lightness to Ethan's life amidst magical danger and tension.
Momo Hinata
She is a student with potential as a future highlevel shaman or shamaness. She is quirky,brave,and perceptive. Momo stands out with her unique appearance featuring cat ears and whiskers,hinting at her feline affinity. Despite her initial appearance that sets her apart,she proves capable in magical battles. Her ability to communicate with animals adds value to the group's survival and mission against the ancient evil threatening their world.
I was late to class again.
I walked into the room as the teacher was talking.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Ethan? It's not too late to change your mind."
I looked up at the clock on the wall.
It read 9:45.
"Are you kidding me? We're only five minutes in. Class doesn't even technically start until 10:00. I'm not late."
"Technically," Mrs. Linde repeated.
She was one of the teachers here at the only magic high school in the country.
Magic had become a learned skill rather than something passed down through blood about twenty years ago in Northern California in the 2020s.
Ever since then, magic schools had popped up all over the world.
Well, all over the world except for Northern California.
For some reason, there was only one magic high school here, and it was located right in the middle of Sacramento.
"You're not going to mark me tardy, are you?"
I asked sarcastically.
Mrs. Linde glared at me.
"I'm not sure yet. That's going to depend on how well you behave during the rest of class."
"I'm shocked," I said without any real emotion.
"Is that all you're going to say? You usually have so much more to add."
"I'm sure you're aware that we don't have many warlocks here at the school."
"There are no other warlocks here at the school."
I corrected her.
Mrs. Linde frowned at me.
"There are no warlocks here at the school, Ethan. Only you."
She walked over to the whiteboard and started writing with a marker.
The heels of her shoes clicked against the linoleum floor as she moved.
I slumped into my usual seat at the back of the classroom and dropped my backpack on the floor with a thud.
The other students in class looked back at me, mostly mages and shamans.
I pulled out my notebook and pretended not to notice them staring at me.
Taro was two rows ahead of me on my left.
He turned around and gave me an awkward wave.
Mrs. Linde finished writing on the board and then stepped back to look at what she had written: Ethics in Warlock Magic
She cleared her throat and then began lecturing.
"Magic is a powerful tool that can be used for good or bad. It's up to us to make sure that it's used for good. We have a responsibility to use our powers in an ethical way."
She looked over at me when she said this last part.
I drummed my fingers on the desk while she droned on about the "moral obligations of magical practitioners."
Her marker squeaked against the board as she listed examples of warlock spells gone wrong.
Behind me, someone whispered something about dark magic and corruption.
I caught Taro shifting uncomfortably in his seat, glancing between me and Mrs. Linde.
The morning sun through the classroom windows cast long shadows across my textbook, highlighting passages about "restraint" and "careful consideration."
My hand shot up, fingers spread wide, as Mrs. Linde wrote another bullet point about ethical boundaries.
