Celestial-University

Sir Lumen - Average Class After the ninth-class bell stopped tolling throughout the school, I found myself grinning at a total of thirty-four students - a good number for the end of the day - all looking at me with varying degrees of interest. "Good afternoon, guys," I finally said, looking at one young face to another through my goggles. A few of them muttered some response or another, but not as many as I wanted. Despite their several pros, they were never one to return my greetings. I looked around my room. Like all classes in Celestial University, the seats were arranged in rows circling the projection center in the middle of the room

BRINGER Part 5 of the Celestial University Saga And so we rise above it all, Watch as the black suns fall, Because this is a home for strangers… I got one last note out of my bass as we finished up the song, but it wasn't even fully strung before the first of the cheers begin. I could already hear the chanting - most of the time it's the single syllable; sometimes they spell it out; and even more know the words that make up the name. But it all adds up to the same thing: "MiX… M, i, X… Made in Xero…" Made in Xero. I'll admit, I had groaned when I heard that pitch. After all, we weren't in any way related to the lost

DEMOIGOD Part 4 of the Celestial University Saga Alright, this is pretty cool, I admitted to myself as another lightning bolt passed through us and exploded fifty stories below, leaving a crater the size of a small city at its epicenter. Cure was watching the War of the Heavenly Mounts with something close to boredom and classic interest at the same time, probably a result of him seeing this same projection for about the tenth time this week. Sisi was squeezing the life out of red-faced Penna with each flash of thunder, though he didn't seem to mind the close-up time with the beautiful albino girl. Erock, our brand new elf friend, was st

SEL-SECRE Part 3 of the Celestial University Saga I lifted my hand and faced it toward the stone in Nogard Egar's palm. Remember to concentrate on believing you can do it, I remembered my mother telling me. All kinds of magic are based on imagination. After all, it should not even be possible in the first place. The whole point magic is magic is that it cannot be defined by science. It is merely a construct of our belief in something extraordinary. I went through all of these teachings, just as the stone started to wobble. I could not believe it. A bubble of joy at having done this started to form in my heart. Then I tried to pop it as q

KNIGHT Part 2 of the Celestial University Saga The lone angel's face was a mask of calm concentration as he stared down the hordes of demons, nightmare after terrible nightmare, in front of a large gate of what looked like a majestic castle, with one hand on his shining blade and his large, beautiful wings extended to their full length. I didn't know if it was my imagination, or there was some kind of magical mark on it somewhere, but as I stared at the picture, the figures seemed to move. I felt as if I was actually seeing the battle unfolding, even if it was only in pencil and there wasn't any color. The monstrous expressions of the demo

ASSASSIN Part 1 of the Celestial University Saga To me, it looked like a cross between Heaven and Hogwarts. The main hall was nine stories tall, so I had to crane my head all the way back just to see a glimpse of the roof of the tower perched on top. And it wasn't even the tallest part of the buildings, I discovered. There were various towers and walls all around me, stretching for what must have been miles in every direction as far as I could see, with students of every imaginable shape and size flooding into them. It was all built out of pure white marble, and metal trim was attached around every corner, each glowing with a variety of in

NECROID Prologue of the Celestial University Saga We learned long ago that death should never be feared. No, we have never believed we knew what lay beyond the end of life – unlike those idiotic Knights and prideful Theos do – but that in itself proves we have nothing to worry about. Death is our last companion and greatest friend, a myth few want to believe in, yet they fear all the same. That isn't our concern, though. After all, we're the exact same story. Once upon a time, when the universe was trying to maintain a "peaceful society" among all the warring worlds, a lone being was chosen to change everything they thought the