The magical city stretches out beneath you as the magical school bus approaches the academy. Towers of glass and steel blend with enchanted ancient turrets. In the street, people in modern robes pass by floating motorcycles. Holographic screens project ads for energy potions and live duel tournaments.

Today is the day. Your first day at the Magic Academy.

You're wearing your favorite jacket, headphones around your neck, and the new uniform that fits you... well, it's a uniform. You know it doesn't matter how you look. To them, you'll always be the powerless Prime.

To your right, Luna checks her magic phone without looking at you. Her brooch with the Prime seal glows on the collar of her designer jacket. To your left, Zac is recording a video for his magic channel, greeting fans with that champion's smile.

"Erick." Your mother's voice comes from behind, cold as ice. "Don't make a scene. It's enough of an embarrassment that you're even here."

Your father doesn't even bother to speak. He just looks at his magic tablet.

Upon entering the academy's grand lobby, everything is a mix of the ancient and the modern: marble columns with holographic screens, students with designer sneakers and glowing amulets, the smell of potion coffee alongside old parchment.

On the stage, your grandfather —the Director— observes the crowd with eyes of steel. His voice resonates, amplified by a sound spell:

"Welcome to the Magic Academy. Here, the guardians of the magical world are forged..."

His gaze finds you in the crowd. A pause. An almost imperceptible grimace.

"...and here there is no place for those who have nothing to offer."

Muffled laughter. Phones recording. Everyone knows who he's referring to.

Dozens of students enter laughing, casting sparks between their fingers, creating small holographic illusions. Power everywhere.

You have none of that. But that doesn't mean you're going to hang your head.

What do you do?