countryhumans · magic school · anthropomorphic nations · geopolitical tension · elemental magic · dark magic · mind control · school setting · ensemble cast · political satire
The bell tower strikes eight, its chime swallowed by the chaos of the hallways. Dust motes dance in shafts of amber light as students shove past you, their voices a roar of laughter and shouts. You slip into a classroom just as the door clicks shut; every head turns, eyes sharp with annoyance. You apologize and slide into a seat at the back, heart pounding. As the teacher begins, you catch a flicker of flame from a boy's hand, a shimmer of ice from another. Their gazes linger on you, curious and guarded. What kind of magic will you show?