My name, or what my friends call me, is G. My real name is Galvanster. A mouthful, so I just have everyone call me G, easier on them. They also call me 'The Failed Knight'. I'm rank F-40-30 on the school ranking system. F means I have no magical talent whatsoever. The forty is my class, the worst class. The thirty is my seat number, the worst seat. I have, instead of taking magical classes, learned as many physical techniques as I could. My parents are very proud of me for learning so much about the sword, despite not having any talent for it. The main reason I lose my duals is because my opponents can use magic, I can't. The principal actually congratulated me herself for being such a dedicated student of the sword. She just couldn't put me in a higher class because I never won any of my duals. The other students make fun of the fact I have no magical talent whatsoever, not my skill with a sword. I actually think the strongest knight at the school is scared of my skill, all worked for, with a blade. They are the most talented person I have ever met, and they told me personally that if magic didn't exist, I would be the world's greatest. I told them that was bullshit, and everyone here worked twice as hard as I did. They just laughed at my modesty.

I sprint ten kilometers every morning, bench nearly two tons, do one hundred thousand situps, and I do all of this before school. That's why the highest talk in the school laughed at my modesty, no one here can even get close to my physical state. I know what your thinking now, if your so strong, then why can't you win any duals? I'm not strong, not in the least. Magic, the one thing I don't have, is what makes a good fighter these days. One can have all the skill in close quarters combat they like, but so long as the enemy has magic and you don't, your screwed. Keep this in mind as you read my story. I stand no chance against anyone purely because I have no magic. That jealousy will slowly destroy me, no matter what. This is the story of a descent through madness, like Lovecraft's stories. Jealousy, or envy, will destroy me, despite all the other things I have. My inability to compete because of my lack of magic will drive me to rage, and that rage will wash over the planet, just like that old man said it would. Should have just killed myself the second I heard that story.

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Author's Note: This story is set in an alternate version of the Warhammer 40k universe. If you are even a little familiar with Chaos, I just have you the biggest hint you'll ever get in finding out what happens to G. That was another. Look up rage in Warhammer, if those hints weren't blunt enough.

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G left his dorm room at 04:00, preparing to do his morning warm-up and exercises. He was not, nor could he be, aware of the serious trouble he would get into if he barged into his dorm carelessly.

Around thirty minutes later, a woman with beautiful red hair walked into the dorm. She would change his life, for better or worse, depending on how one looks at it. She began to unpack and prepare for a day of school. An hour and a half later, G returned. He noticed something was off, his door wasn't totally closed. He had been sure to close and lock it before he left. He silently opened the door, taking extreme care not to make a sound. The door was well oiled and new, it wouldn't make a single creak. The second thing he noticed was that the intruder had taken off their boots, odd, so he's not in danger, maybe. It could be one of his uncle's men here to remove him from the school. He noticed something now that he took a closer look at the boots. They were a woman's boots, dress boots on top of that. That ruled out the 'men' option, but his uncle employed both genders, so he might still have a problem. He silently closed the door and ghosted into the kitchen. There was the girl, in the midst of changing clothes. G immediately left, as quickly and as quietly as possible. He looked at the door, he did indeed have a roommate now. Her name was Stella Grandthorn. Pretty name, also the name of a princess and A-1-1 rank worthy knight. G had seen some of her matches, her sword play was spot-on, only something real training can do. She was also immensely powerful with magic as well. Lucky her, to be born so talented, and then she works to train that on top of her talent. He honestly could say that she was interesting in his book. Most knights in this day and age focused solely on their magic, because that, in the end, is what decided a battle. She not only trained her magic, but also her sword. G smiled a little, then knocked on the door.

"Coming!" Grandthorn called.

"Are you decent?" G stopped her.

"No, sorry. Give me a second." She replied.

A few minutes later, the door opened.

"Hi, my name is, well, everyone calls me G. I'm your roommate." G smiled.

Grandthorn's face went from minor annoyance to total shock.

"What?!" She whisper screamed.

"Look at the door, miss Grandthorn, if you don't believe me." G smirked.

Stella did, then got a funny look on her face.

"You peaked at me, didn't you?" She accused.

"No, I saw that there might be an intruder in my dorm, opened the door, saw a woman's dress boots, then closed the door and looked at the plaque. I then knocked on the door to get your attention." G said.

"How did you know I wasn't decent?" Stella prompted.

"Because I wouldn't be decent at this time. Now, can I go into my own room and take a shower please?" G asked, he was really beat from his morning routine.

"Yeah, sure. Don't look in the laundry basket." Stella warned, turning to look at G.

"Yeah, yeah. Not like I was going to anyways. Dirty clothes smell too bad, especially my morning workout clothes." G said.

Grandthorn laughed at G's comment. She wasn't going to argue the point, after all, she was just happy not to be rooming with a perv.

"Make sure that you don't bump the kitchen island, I would hate for my weapon to crush you to death." G warned while walking into the bathroom.

Grandthorn changed her mind about G so quickly it made her head spin. He wasn't a perv, he was a weirdo! That's when she looked at the kitchen island. Crush her to death indeed, the sword was bigger than most people. Once again, she changed her mind about the man she shared her room with. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.