The world beyond the cellar door was a realm unlike anything on Earth.
Seraphine stepped onto a lush, emerald carpet that unfurled like a pathway through an enchanting twilight. The air hung heavy with the scent of lavender mingled with the crackle of lightning. Floating lanterns danced above her, their gentle glow casting playful shadows on ancient stone walls that seemed to thrum with a powerful magic. Her heart raced as she walked forward, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness. And then she saw it. A gate. Massive. Arched. Timeless. Crafted from dark, shimmering stone and veined with glimmers of silver and glowing green crystal, the gate loomed at the foot of a colossal mountain. Vines snaked around its edges, adorned with strange flowers that pulsed with an ethereal light. Yet despite its breathtaking beauty, the gate stood resolutely shut. Seraphine reached out, pressing her palms against the stone. Nothing. Then a whisper, like the rustling of leaves stirred by an unseen wind: "Who dares approach the Gate of Aetherborn?" Startled, Seraphine took a step back. "I... I'm Seraphine Vale," she stammered. "I was invited." Silence hung in the air, thick and unnerving. Then a second voice broke through, deeper, smoother, tinged with amusement. "Proclaim your purpose." "I... I don't know," she faltered. "I came because someone told me I'd find answers here. Something is happening to me, and I just want to understand." A pause stretched into eternity. Suddenly, the gate began to shimmer, luminous runes spiraling into existence along its frame. "Step forward, Seraphine Vale. Let Aetherborn gaze upon your soul." A circular symbol on the ground ignited with golden light, surrounded by entwining vines of enchantment. Heart pounding, she hesitated then stepped onto it. In an instant, light erupted beneath her. And then... She was nowhere. Floating. There was no ground beneath her, only soft clouds swirling around her feet, in shades of lilac and periwinkle, alive and shifting like a dream. The air was warm and fragrant. Ethereal birds with translucent wings glided overhead, while violet butterflies the size of her hand flitted among blooms sprouting from invisible walls. In the distance, a silver tree sparkled like starlight, its diamond-like leaves shimmering above arched branches that reached toward a sky of infinite wonder. Seraphine could only stare, wide-eyed and breathless. And then she noticed the birds. Two of them, nestled together in the shimmering branches of the diamond tree, were moving in a way that made her instinctively look away. Just as she diverted her gaze, one bird took flight, disappearing in a cascade of sparkling mist. But the other soared downward towards her. In midair, the creature shifted. Feathers dissolved, wings folding inward, and where the bird had been, a woman emerged. Tall. Ethereal. Her skin glowed like moonlight, hair long and wavy, shimmering in a rich violet hue reminiscent of twilight. Almond-shaped lavender eyes held a depth of knowing. Draped in an opulent robe that glistened like dusk silk, adorned with jewelry that floated just above her skin, she exuded an aura of power. "Did I just witness..." Seraphine stammered. "Were you just...?" "Copulating in my bird form?" the woman said smoothly, one brow arching. "Yes. And yet your first question is not 'how did you just turn into a person?' Humans are always focused on the wrong things." Seraphine blinked, momentarily flustered. "Who... are you?" The woman smiled warmly. "I am Vice Principal Nyx Thorneveil. Welcome to Aetherborn Academy." Seraphine's mind spun. "This place is... I can't even begin to comprehend it." Nyx stepped closer, her lavender eyes narrowing thoughtfully on Seraphine. "You've crossed the threshold. The letter brought you here. You are now one of us. Aetherborn only claims those whose blood resonates with magic, even if they have yet to realize it." "I'm not here to stay!" Seraphine cried out suddenly. "I only came to ask questions! The woman at my school, she said she'd explain everything if I came. I didn't tell anyone or bring anything. I just wanted answers!" Nyx's expression transformed, growing serious. "You arrived on a Full Green Moon," she stated. Seraphine frowned. "So?" "Did she not tell you? The green moon opens the portal only once every hundred years." A chill raced down Seraphine's spine. "Wait... you mean I can't go back?" Nyx regarded her with a small, pitying smile. "Not until the next full green moon." Panic surged. "No, no! I need to go back! My aunt and uncle don't know I'm gone. I wasn't prepared for this. I can't stay here!" "You require nothing from your old life," Nyx reassured her, calm and unyielding. "All that you need will be provided, clothing, books, and a home. You are safe here." "Don't you get it? I didn't choose this! I thought I was coming for answers, not to be trapped in some fantastical school!" Nyx's demeanor shifted, a flash of frost in her voice. "The invitation you received explicitly stated you were chosen to enroll. This is not a mere stopover. You stepped through the gate. You were selected." "But..." Seraphine swallowed hard. "This isn't fair." "Fair?" Nyx's tone sharpened, cutting through the air. "Do you think magic concerns itself with fairness?" An uneasy silence settled between them, the soft gusts of wind rustling the diamond leaves in the background. Finally, Nyx spoke, her voice a gentle balm. "You sought truth, Seraphine. And it is here you will discover it. You are Aetherborn, whether you accept that reality or not." "I don't even know what that means," Seraphine whispered, heart racing with uncertainty. "You will. Soon." With a graceful flick of her wrist, Nyx conjured a shimmering orb of light that danced in the air before them. "Your matron will guide you to your dormitory. For the next seven days, you'll be placed under Watch until your magical strain stabilizes." "My... magical what?" Seraphine stammered, confusion clouding her thoughts. But the radiant orb had already begun to drift away, leaving her no choice but to follow its enchanting glow. Heart racing and mind swirling, she stepped forward into the billowing clouds toward the life she had never asked for. Toward a world from which she could no longer run.The orb of light danced ahead like a gentle star, casting its warm glow across the swirling path of clouds beneath Seraphine's feet. She followed, still reeling from the inexplicable journey that had brought her here. There were no walls, no ceiling just an endless expanse of sky swirling in deep purples, blush pinks, and smoky blues, as if she were walking through a dream yet to fully decide its form. As she wandered, the cloud pathway wound into a breathtaking clearing, and there it stood: a grand arched doorway seeming to rise from thin air. Carved from marble so pure it shimmered, veined with silver and etched with glowing runes, the door pulsated faintly like a heartbeat and then opened with a soft sigh. Beyond it lay not a mere hallway, nor even a room, but an entire world. Before her stretched a vast chamber afloat in the sky, as solid as stone yet shimmering with the magic of five magnificent castles, each one stemming from a different realm, as if stitched together by u
The world beyond the cellar door was a realm unlike anything on Earth. Seraphine stepped onto a lush, emerald carpet that unfurled like a pathway through an enchanting twilight. The air hung heavy with the scent of lavender mingled with the crackle of lightning. Floating lanterns danced above her, their gentle glow casting playful shadows on ancient stone walls that seemed to thrum with a powerful magic. Her heart raced as she walked forward, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness. And then she saw it. A gate. Massive. Arched. Timeless. Crafted from dark, shimmering stone and veined with glimmers of silver and glowing green crystal, the gate loomed at the foot of a colossal mountain. Vines snaked around its edges, adorned with strange flowers that pulsed with an ethereal light. Yet despite its breathtaking beauty, the gate stood resolutely shut. Seraphine reached out, pressing her palms against the stone. Nothing. Then a whisper, like the rustling of lea
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavily in the air, an unrelenting reminder of judgment. Seraphine sat rigidly in a cracked leather chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap to quell their trembling. Only ten minutes had passed since the fire alarm blared, yet the principal's office radiated the tension of a courtroom awaiting a verdict. Across from her, the principal sat with her lips pressed into a thin line, as if she'd just swallowed something bitter. Beside her, the school nurse tended to a small cut on Seraphine's temple, one she couldn't even recall acquiring. "We're still investigating the incident," the principal declared slowly, each word dragging like splinters across the surface of her composure. "But the evidence suggests... You were at the center of the blast radius." Silence enveloped Seraphine. What could she possibly say? Apologies for accidentally freezing time and detonating the lab? Not to mention glowing and potentially teleporting? Instead, she
The next morning, Seraphine crept down the stairs in her oversized sleep shirt and the faded slippers she kept hidden from the world. The hallway light buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow that always lingered in her aunt and uncle's estate, reminiscent of a hotel that didn't expect its guests to linger long. When she reached the laundry room, an unsettling silence met her. Seraphine paused at the doorway. A brand new washing machine gleamed back, chrome and pristine, still encased in plastic wrap. But in her mind, the shadow of the other one loomed, the one that had... exploded. As she edged closer, doubts swirled. Was this some cruel trick? She reached out tentatively, as if it might bite her. "You're lucky no one else saw it," a voice chimed in, making her jump. Juna, one of the housemaids, stood just behind her, a folded towel resting against her hip. Her soft brown eyes, perpetually warm yet weary, seemed to know more than she let on. "You replaced it?"
Seraphim Vale shot a seething glare at the washing machine, as if it had just delivered a personal insult that cut deep. "It's just clothes!" she spat, slamming the dial for what felt like the fifth time. "Not some dark ritual!" The ancient machine, wheezing in its notorious demeanor, quivered ominously... and then fell into silence once again. Classic. Leaning in, she scrutinized the dials. Delicate, Normal, Demon-Summoning... Nope. This time, it was just her overactive imagination buzzing. Yet the whole scenario felt like a cosmic joke. Here she was, seventeen years old, not only battling frizz-prone hair and grappling with abandonment issues, but also wrestling with what seemed to be a cursed kitchen appliance. Outside the dingy laundry room window, her uncle's daunting mansion towered beneath a cold, unforgiving sky, a leviathan more castle than home. Everything was polished and empty, much like the people who roamed its expansive halls. Then click! She jumped. "
The wind howled fiercely, like a wild animal, matching the raging fire that engulfed the old hall. Flames flickered against the stone walls, casting eerie shadows that swirled in the chaos of the night. Blood stained the marble floor, glistening in the madness, while screams, some chilling, others heartbreakingly human echoed through the grand columns that had stood tall for centuries. In the center of this turmoil stood a girl with striking blue eyes, unmoving, her face unreadable. A crown of fire flickered above her, flames entwining in her hair like a haunting halo. She didn't cry; not a single tear fell from her eyes. Maybe she should have. With a shaking hand, she reached out toward the grand gate, beautifully designed from bones and shimmering moonstone, locked tight by magic long forgotten. Now, ancient symbols glowed brightly, almost as if they responded to her presence and her pain. The gate seemed to remember her. Behind her lay four boys, broken and hurt. One of them cou