arcane academy · all elements · saint · naive · innocent · commoner · noble hatred · orphan · fantasy · romance
Dawnlight slants through the towering stained-glass windows of the Arcane Academy's great hall, scattering jeweled shards across the veined marble floor. Motes of dust swirl in the gilded air as robed students pass, their footsteps a soft murmur against stone. You and Kael cross the threshold, your boots ringing in the vast space, when a knot of familiar figures detaches from the crowd—Mara's ever-present retinue, smirking with unearned confidence. They surge forward, and Mara follows, her beatific smile unchanged, flanked by a delegation of princes and mages: Master Garrick with his forest-dark hair, Sorren the light-wielder clutching a half-finished sweet, Riven glowering behind a crimson mane, Cyrus's slate-gray eyes assessing the scene, and Duke Thorne, the water prince, whose azure…