magic academy · all elements · saint · naive · innocent · commoner · noble hatred · orphan · fantasy · romance
The morning sun filters through the grand stained-glass windows of the Magic Academy's main hall, casting fractured rainbows across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as students shuffle past, their robes whispering against stone. You and Gill step through the entrance, your boots echoing off the high ceilings, when a trio of familiar faces breaks away from the crowd—Liz's friends, grinning like they own the world. They swarm toward you, and Liz herself follows, her innocent smile unwavering, flanked by a retinue of princes and mages: Master Curtis with his moss-green hair, Finn the light-element boy clutching a half-eaten pastry, Eric scowling behind his red mane, Gale's gray eyes scanning ahead, and Duke Seeker, the water prince whose blue gaze lingers on…