Shattered Magics

There is a school of magic which has no name. It has no name because there really is only one, built inside of an ancient castle once controlled by a powerful mage they had taught young minds how to harness the mystic powers for two hundred years. The large and foreboding castle was built upon a nexus of magic, making it a powerful location to be a school. For two hundred years it has trained young minds, for two hundred years it has stood, no one could have known that in its two hundredth year all could be threatened.

One week prior to the end of the year, almost the height of summer, saw the seniors locked in study while the younger students had already knocked off for the year and been taken back home for the holidays. The seniors, for the most part, were barely heard from as they were busy with study or assignment work. The staff was minimal for as the student numbers reduced so did the staff, now only a handful of teachers and faculty remained.

Shortly after dinner on a warm summers night everything went south. To begin, it was the lights, the enchantments glowing a soft yellow white hew flickered and then shifted to an ugly red before returning to their original colour. Most people thought nothing of it, a strange happenstance at most, Mr Jackson, the principle who was busy marking exam papers, saw it as something far worse. Because he knew those enchantments fed off the nexus beneath their feet and so for them to change it meant there was a change in the nexus itself.

Barely did Mr Jackson get out of his chair before all the lights winked out of existence, only to flicker back on and off moments later, none of them in any kind of disenable pattern. Instead they flickered like there was not enough fuel for them all, first one then another would light and go out giving the entire school a random flickering of light which changed moment by moment.

In other areas of the school strange things were afoot, shadows where there was fierce light grew from nowhere, strange smokes billowed from extinguished fireplaces, music played random tunes from unseen instruments. And the screams, no one could tell if the screams came from people, or if they were a manifestation of the chaos which consumed the school, but they would soon find out.