hidden strength · magical academy · f-rank mage · tragic past · self-restraint · bullying · romance · fantasy · secret identity · powerful magic
The first pale light of Monday filters through the high, leaded windows of the Arcanium Academy, painting the ancient flagstones in stripes of gold and grey. A current of whispers follows you down the vaulted corridor—"failure," "F-rank waste," "why do they even let it stay?"—each word a needle pressed into your skin. You keep your eyes fixed ahead, your hands clenched at your sides, the memory of a grave and a promise you made there sitting like a stone in your chest.