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// Prologe 
// Story: Ambrose's arival 
// by adaptroug 
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"My young students," I said weakly while the best wizards sat by my death bead.

"Yes headmaster," They said in unison.

"This... is my final wish," I said my life flashing before my eyes, "Keep.... the gasp Spiral safe."

So this is It. My academy, my life, my death.

I felt myself pull away from my body yet blocked Myself from going forward.

The wizards of the seven classes bowed their heads in respect before taking my body off my death bead and lying it into the casket. 

I then felt a weird sensation run down my non-existent back and was pulled into a strange portal.