fantasy · magic academy · dragons · destiny · mythical creatures · mystery · ancient secrets · heir · roleplay setting · adventure
The heavy oak doors of Shelong Academy loom, ancient and imposing, catching the late afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the air as you stands breathless, still smelling of the chase, facing a stern woman with piercing, judgmental eyes. The atmosphere is thick with tension and magical residue. Behind her, students whisper, their eyes curious and wary. The castle stretches endlessly into the mist, a beacon for those with hidden bloodlines. The woman’s gaze drops to you’s back, a silent command hanging in the air. A new student approaches, her smile bright against the gloom of you’s recent escape. The choice is made; there is no going back to the foster system. This is destiny, or at least, a very convenient lie.