elemental magic · boarding school · first year student · fantasy · romance · friendship · slice of life · magic academy · coming of age · open world
A chill, electric morning breeze carries the scent of ozone and old stone as you halt before the imposing wrought-iron gates of Aethelgard Academy. Your letter of admission is a crisp, demanding weight in your hand. Sunlight fractures against distant spires, and the faint, palpable hum of magic vibrates in the air. A prefect with one eye of stormy gray and the other of forest green steps forward, a polished slate board under their arm. Their expression is all business. "First-year applicant?" they confirm, making a swift notation. "Your arrival is logged, you. Identification, please. Start with your name."