"Sanguine (WIP)"
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Created on: Tuesday 15th of January 2019 04:42:31 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 05:39:22 PM UTC


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>You stand at the gates of your new school.
>You hear the giggles and whispers, and you can feel the eyes.
>Staring.
>Judging.
>But honestly, you couldn’t care less about that right now.
>You’re Anon, and You’re ecstatic.
>You take a deep breath and heave a sigh, shaking your bandaged hands to get the energy out.
>You take your first steps into Sanguis Academy, the premiere academy for aspiring magicians.
>It also happens to be an all girls school
>You bob your head to your music, ignoring the jeers, stares, and laughs.
>You press on, bursting through the doors.
>You see your destination. The front office.
>The principal, Celestia, a witch famous for solar magic and founding this academy, opens the door to the office for you.
“Oh, thank you, ma’am.”
>She smiles. “Of course. Anything for my students.”
>You nod to her and make your way to the front desk, where a young woman sorts papers.
“Hello. I’m new here.”
>She looks up and smiles. “Obviously! I’d have heard of you if you weren’t,” she says, glancing to your hands.
>Your anxiety flares a bit, so you hide your hands in your hoodie pocket.
“I need my schedule. I was told to come here for it,” you say, looking anywhere but at the woman.
>She nods, looking around for it.
>She grabs a pink sheet from her drawer, handing it to you.
>You quickly take it and mumble a thank you before leaving.
>You step out of the front office and read the paper.
>You quickly memorize the locations and times of all 5 classes, lunch, individual tutoring, and your dormitory.
>Wait, you’re in a dorm?
>You kinda figured you’d be placed in a separate building off campus and bussed in or something.
>Whatever, you’ll worry about that later.
>You slip the sheet into your pocket and make your way to your first class: Principles of Magic and Energy with Professor Cadence.

>You open the door to your classroom, finding nothing but judgemental eyes.
>You close your eyes and count to 3 before entering the room.
>”Ah! Ladies, we have a new student in class today!” The teacher, a short, bubbly witch, announces.
>The reaction is… mixed.
>Most of the class couldn’t really care less. You’re some nobody.
>Some of the class is pissed, of course.
>You nod, keeping your hands in your pocket.
“H-hello. I’m Anonymous.”
>Cadence nods in approval.
>”Take a seat in any open desk.”
>The classroom is about half empty, all of the desks in the first 3 rows are taken.
>You make your way to the very back and take a seat, putting up your hood and taking your earbuds out.
>Thank god for this hoodie. One of the advantages of being the only dude in the school: no uniform means no dress code.
>Cadence smiles. “Well then, let’s continue.”
>She takes the chalk and begins her lecture.
>”So, class, what IS magic?”
>A girl in the front with streaky red and yellow hair answers with no hesitation.
>”Energy.”
>”Correct!” Cadence exclaims, turning and writing ‘Energy’ on the board in beautiful cursive.
>”So, if magic is energy, what must it not break?”
>The class is silent.
>You decide to throw your hat it. You’re 3 desks away from the closest girl, what’s the worst that could happen?
“The laws of physics?”
>Half of the class turns to look at you, and you physically shrink in your chair.
>Cadence, however, jumps with joy. “Yes! Exactly!”
>She writes your name on the corner of the board with a little star next to it.
>”That isn’t to say that magic can’t do incredible things, of course. Magic can turn one thing into another, perform great feats of heroism, or even make a regular human fly!”
>The rest of the class turns back around. Well, most of it.
>The girl at the front lingers on you for a moment longer than the rest.
>You can only hope that she doesn’t hate you.
>”The single most important rule in magic is the Law of Conservation of Energy,” she says, stretching the words out as she writes them on the board.
>”In order to do something magical, flying, for example, energy can only be transferred. You can’t simply stop weighing something. So, in order to fly, something of the same or more value must be given in exchange.”
>”It doesn’t need to be anything specific, just valuable.”
>She pauses, turning to the classroom.
>”There are 7 other principals. What are they?”
>The girl once again answers without hesitation.
>”The Principles of Mentalism, Vibration, Correspondence, Polarity, Rhythm, Cause and Effect, and Gender,” she says, some of the class turning to you at the mention of gender.
>You shrink again.
>Boy, it’s gonna be a long day.
>”Great Sunset! So,” she continues, writing these words on the board. “These rules dictate all of magic. Of course, not every rule is going to apply to every application of magic, but at least ONE of them will.”
>She pauses, turning. “You all should write these down.”
>You have nothing with you, preferring to simply remember it.
>”Mentalism: All is the mind; The Universe, and everything in it, is mental.”
>”Vibration: Everything is in constant motion, nothing ever rests.”
>”Correspondence: As above, so below; as below, so above. As within, so without; as without, so within.”
>A girl with rainbow hair interrupts. “What the hell does that mean?”
>Cadence turns, frowning. “Language, Rainbow,” she says, writing ‘Rainbow Dash’ on the board with a frowny face next to it.
>”But, to answer your question, it means that in every form of existence, the rules of magic apply.”
>Rainbow huffs, muttering to herself.
>”Polarity: Everything is dual, and has an opposite. Opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree.”
>Sunset jumps in this time. “Like water and blood?”
>Cadence nods. “Exactly. Both are liquids, but where water spills, life forms. Where blood spills, life ends.”
>You tilt your head, paying closer attention.
>”Speaking of water; Rhythm: Everything flows, out and in. Everything has tides, and the pendulum is always swinging.”
>”Cause and Effect: This one is pretty simple. Every cause has an effect, and every effect has a cause.”
>”Finally, Gender: Everything is gendered. Everything has a masculine or feminine bias,” she pauses, looking to you. “That means that Anonymous can do magic that nobody else here can!” She smiles, almost giddy with the possibilities.

>The class rolls their collective eyes, except Sunset, who looks at you again, this time with a more readable expression: intrigue.
>Suddenly, the bell rings.
>”Remember all of this as you continue to learn here!”
>You stand, waiting for the rest of the class to leave before leaving yourself.
>Unfortunately for you, Sunset and Rainbow refuse to leave, instead preferring to talk to each other in the doorway.
>Shit, okay.
>You awkwardly try to slip between them.
>Sunset taps you on your shoulder as you do.
>”Anonymous?”
>You turn to her, trying desperately to ignore Rainbow’s glare.
>Sunset reaches her hand out.
>”I’m Sunset Shimmer. Nice to meet someone who actually knows what they’re talking about.”
>You almost reach out to shake her hand, but you decide against it.
>You nod.
“N-nice to meet you too.”
>She retracts her hand, glancing at your bandaged arm.
>”Sorry. I didn’t me-”
>You turn and walk away as fast as possible, making your way to your next class.
>Energy Transformation 101 with Professor Eris

>It takes about 4 minutes to get across the campus, and almost all of your willpower to ignore the girls around you.
>You’re here for knowledge.
>You will sacrifice everything for the knowledge you need.
>You enter the classroom and slip into the furthest chair from everyone else.
>Soon the classroom fills up, and the bell rings, but the professor is nowhere to be found.
>Nobody seems very concerned about this though.
>You have a small problem with this, though, given the whole knowledge thing.
>After about 5 minutes of silence, the door bursts open
>In walks Eris, a tall, lanky woman.
>Her short, white hair shiny enough to blind a lesser man.
>Speaking of blinding, what is that outfit?
>It looks like it’s been pieced together from other uniforms.
>But her eyes.
>It’s her eyes that get you.
>They’re the most serpentine thing on her already noodly body.
>You don’t know why, but her presence makes you slide further into her seat.
>She grins, looking out into the classroom.
>”Today, you will show me what makes you special.”
>Oh fuck.