"Hahahaha."
"Loser."
"Poser."
This wasn't uncommon to hear when Angelo walked through the halls of his school. Born with no magic he was somewhat of an anomaly.
When his parents, two of the most powerful Pyro Sorcerers, announced they were having a child the world was a buzz with anticipation. Their child would surely be a high ranking member of the Sorcerers' Elite, maybe he'd even be on the council.
So, when he born and tested negative for any magic in his blood, the world was shocked. His parents, though they smiled through it, were disappointed. They wanted a powerful heir and, though they love their Angelo, never let him forget it.
Bound and determined to prove himself Angelo spent all of his time studying magic. When he turned 16 he applied for Sorc High, where every aspiring sorcerer would go to hone their magic. Whether by luck or some sick joke he was accepted. Though lately he's begun to feel more like it's the later.
Mocked by his peers and even some teachers, his life has been miserable. However, despite his parents pleads, he refuses to drop out, saying he must finish what he started. So, he just keeps his head down and studies.
"Hey, nerd, think fast", ducking just in time to avoid a flying snow ball, Angelo glances at the one who threw it.
Jake Frost who, as his name suggests, is a Cryo Sorcerer. The son of the two strongest Cryo Sorcerers to ever exist, Jake was also expected to become an amazing sorcerer. Jake was tall, with blonde hair and icy blue eyes. A smooth talker and already strong enough to hold his own against the seniors, he quickly rose to become the most popular kid in school.
Although Angelo never made any trouble for him, Jake made it his mission to torment Angelo. Angelo assumed it was because his family, the Hellecks, had always overshadowed the Frost family. Whether that was true or not, Angelo was just glad that, despite being smart, Jake was predictable.
Standing up straight and shaking remnants of snow out of his Autumn red hair, Angelo ducked into the nearest classroom, to avoid anymore close encounters. Taking a seat and pulling out a book he took a deep breath.
"Just gotta make it through the day", he told himself.
He stayed there and studied until the bell rang and he went to the last class of the day. Which, luckily, was next door to the room he was in. It was History class, which he accelled at. Since his grade in this class was so good and he had already studied today's content, he decided to tune out the class.
"School is not a place for napping", a shrill but calm voice cut through.
Angelo snapped up and looked around. The room was empty except for himself and the teacher, Mrs. Potts. She stood over him with her looking down through her half moon glasses.
"Sorry, ma'am", he said as he stood and gathered his things, "I didn't mean to fall asleep, promise."
She smiled slightly as she walked back to her desk, "No worries child."
Looking at the time Angelo hurriedly gathered his stuffed and rushed out, "Sorry ma'am, gonna be late. Thank you."
Running as fast he could, he raced out of the school and, hopping on his bike, sped down the street. After about 10 minutes he made it to the junkyard. Rushing up to the small shack at the gate he rang the bell.
A very large man appeared in the tiny window, "Thought you weren't gonna show kid."
The deep voice although scary to others was calming to him, " Yeah, sorry Mac. Fell asleep in class."
With a snort Mac hit a button, "Well, go on in. You know the rules. You get..."
"30 minutes before you open it to the public, I know. And anything that I want I have to make it look like I'm buying it of off you so that it doesn't look like favoritism."
"Yeah, well, just reminding you. Good luck."
Angelo chained his bike to the fence and ran inside. This was his favorite place. The scrap metal and discarded belongings never judged him. He would find all sorts of cool stuff here, from a fully functioning mini-fridge that someone tossed because the door was stuck to the very bike that he was riding today.
His parents made the arrangement with Mac when he was 10. They would pay him $200 a month and Angelo would be allowed to take whatever he wanted. Eventually Angelo talked Mac into letting him have the 30 minute early access. Angelo had always had a fascination with old, discarded things. Maybe a part of him resonated with them, unwanted and deemed useless.Climbing over discarded sofas and beat washing machines, he scoured for anything that caught his eye.
After the 30 minutes were up he heard the gate creaking open and other people spilling in. He smiled as he heard them picking through the stuff at the beginning, knowing there was nothing good. He made his way down the mountain of cars he was on and to the back where a glint of gold had caught his eye.
When he reached it he saw it was a buckle on an old book. Pulling the book from the rubble he saw that it was torn and ruined with time. The color was a plain grey and wiping it off he could make out faint lettering.
"Cur....Cursed G..Gri...Grimiore. Cursed Grimiore," he fumbled over the words half in shock and half due to the state of the book.
Grimiores were tomes of magic that if studied enough would allow the use to learn the spells inside. They were impossible to get ahold of due to the fact that the High Council had them all destroyed. Their reasoning was so that on sorcerer couldn't learn all types of magic and become too powerful. In reality it was to keep anyone from being able to pose a threat to them.
Angelo thought that this had to be a joke but still his curiosity got the better of him. He opened the buckle on the book and peeled it open. All but one of the pages was illegible. He glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then leaned back against a tattered chair and began to read.
"This Grimiore is one of great power, it will unlock the readers inner secrets. Read at your own risk for while this seems enticing, it will change your life forever. If you agree repeat these words."
I accept the curse of the Grimiore and invite it in.
He paused for second, he knew better than to do any wishful thinking, but this could be it. This could be exactly what he's been dreaming of. A way to learn magic and prove everyone wrong.
He wanted to think it over but he could hear voices getting closer. He had to make a decision now or risk someone reporting him or worse, taking it for themselves. So, he took a deep breath and repeated the words.
"I accept the curse of the Grimiore and invite it in."
Nothing happened.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
He was going to give up when the book began to glow a sickly green and then disappeared. He was confused then his head began to hurt. It felt like his skull was being split open and he let out a cry of pain before passing out.