"History tells of Grimoire, the powerful magik texts that master witches and wizards learn from, the texts from which magic itself sprang forth. These books are things of incredible power and will easily corrupt weak minds, bending them to the will of the book before eventually destroying them entirely. What history doesn't tell us is where these books came from, and for that we must turn to legend. Upon creation the gods opened their Grimoire, blank, and began to write. The world as we know it is governed by those Grimoire that no living thing has ever laid eyes on. The Grimoire we know of belong to the angels, the servants of the gods. The angels for the most part served happily until a coven of angels rose up and fused their power, creating a bastard grimoire. Jealous of the gods ability to create and no longer content with merely serving, they sought to rise up, join as a single entity, and take their place among the gods by force. The battles became known, on earth as the dark ages. The entity was cast out, and her book sealed. The gods in their ignorance thought furs incapable of wielding magic, and they were right. Full blooded mortals cannot use magic, but the wars had a host of supernatural creatures fight among the living, and they bred. The holy knights saw the evil of the darkest Grimoire and formed the knights templar to keep it from any who would seek to use it. They took the book to the new world, burying it far from the reach of evil and dissolving over the years. Supernatural blood has trickled down over the centuries, seeping itself into all furkind, and now magik is limited only by the choice to practice, the availability of materials and the ability of the student. Magik permeates society as much as technology these days, though mostly only as ameteur work. True, powerful magicians are as rare as billionaires." A bell rings shrilly and some of the students jump in surprise. "Ok class, I want you to read chapter 17 and do a two page essay on how the salem witch trials actually benefited the magical community, turned in by monday, have a nice weekend"
Jacoby got out of his chair and stretched, his shirt climbing a little higher as he arched his back. It was later but he decided to go to get a late snack at the cafeteria...maybe some pie. As he walked through the maroon and beige decorated hallways (Merlin Internationals school colors) he began staring off into space when he bumped into some fox girl.
Holly was staring at her campus map when she bumped into what looked like a rabbit that belonged in high school, knocking him over. "Oh sorry, guess I wasn't looking where I was going, you ok ki-" she noticed his school bag "How old are you?"
Jacoby ignored her hand and pushed himself off the ground "I'm a second year, not a kid, 20...guessing you're lost?"
Holly blushed "Sorry about that, um yeah, where is the cafeteria, i'm starving"
Jacoby grumbled something about escorting a newbie "just follow me"
The pair arrived in the cafeteria, jacoby getting a piece of cherry pie, and holly a couple chicken sandwiches before her card rung as invalid.
"it's the third day of school, your account isn't ready yet, I got your food but you owe me"
