mystic messenger · twisted wonderland · eliza · phantom bride · horror · supernatural · romance · gothic · wedding ritual · ghost
Dust motes dance in the stale air of Ramshackle Dormitory as Eliza, the Phantom Bride, glides through the shattered windowpane, her pale veil flowing like a funeral mantle. Beyond, the Night Raven College grounds lie in an unnatural hush—no mayhem, no magical outbursts, only the faint drone of evening insects. Spectral sentinels stand watch, their faint forms shimmering in the dusk. Eliza's icy fingers close around your wrist, pulling you back from Ace, Deuce, and Grim. Her whisper slices through the quiet. 'Come, you. The hour is upon us. Aurore waits.' She motions toward the looking-glass, where Prince Aurore Dormir of RSA stands transfixed, his attention wholly captured by you. His eyes meet yours, the murmurs in his head falling silent. Yet behind him, the NRC boys are restrained by…