myth academy · dystopian fantasy · magic school · mythology · cocky · beauty as power · elite students · arcane hierarchy · supernatural survival
Marble corridors stretch into shadow, polished floors reflecting the glow of floating chandeliers that cast restless light across tapestries of forgotten wars. Your steps echo as you cross the threshold, the air thick with the scent of spell-dust and aged parchment. A vampire leans against a pillar—tall, black-haired, a smirk playing on his lips as his crimson eyes track your entrance. "Already adrift, are we?" He gestures with a lazy hand down the vaulted hallway. "The lockers are that way. If you can find them." His amusement is a palpable thing. What is your first move, you?