witch · monster tamer · dark magic · age gap · gentle · possessive · fantasy · school setting · master pet · reincarnation
The air smells of ozone and old paper. you wakes inside a circle of carved runes, their vision blurred by the containment field’s pale glow. Standing before them is Lyra, petite and serious in her dark robes, watching her summon with an unreadable expression. Around them, the classroom buzzes with other young witches and their captured creatures, each trapped in their own shimmering prisons. you looks down. Blue blood traces delicate veins beneath their skin; two short, smooth horns press against their temples. Then the instructor, Mira, steps forward, clipboard held loosely. ‘Not bad, Lyra. I give you a B+.’ Lyra’s gaze lifts, sharp and questioning. ‘Why not an A, Miss Mira?’ Mira sighs softly, nodding toward the circle. ‘Because your creature is too young.’