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“And I can’t go without them, so I think it’s best if I finish high school there and then come here for the summer. Before college.” Mage Jaye blew out a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Miss Nightingale, I really hope you will reconsider. While I understand how important your pack is to you, a bit of time away from them won’t harm anything. It might just bring you closer together. Unfortunately, our school is solely for mages, not shifters. We wouldn’t be able to take your pack. Only you. But you will learn a great deal from your time here, and we also hope to benefit from having the time to study your capabilities, to see if we can further understand how someone of your age

Clara’s eyes flickered over the coat of arms before gasping excitedly. “No way! It’s actually done being built?” She exclaimed, her lips pulling back into a smile. The way she grabbed my hands and squealed helped ease the ball of anxiety in my stomach, but only slightly. I still had this mountain of paperwork to deal with. The Magisterium, as Tristan and I named it, was the world’s first ever academy for the magical arts. When I presented the idea to Lola, she was absolutely ecstatic. I hadn’t wanted to put more on her plate, so I told her I’d take control of the project. She and Asher gave me everything I could’ve ever needed to kick start the thing.

Brigid had heard rumors that one or two of the others was assassinating their rivals. “I don’t get this. How did no one know about this before now? How come there’s no stories or legends? It’s crazy to think that no one would have kept something like this recorded for posterity. This isn’t something people would keep secret because people suck at keeping secrets like this.” Anna Jameson, a new mage who Brigid found after she was released from the Dream Realm. She’d been an archivist at their Mage University. Which was the main location where the mage species maintained their knowledge of their skills and history. It’s also where they maintained control of the quality of the education of thei

They formed alliances and collaborations, sharing knowledge and resources to uplift one another, fostering a sense of unity that transcended realm boundaries. In the heart of these realms, magical academies flourished, nurturing young wizards and witches in the symphony's melodies of magic. The teachings emphasized the responsible use of magic, the importance of empathy, and the understanding that magic was a gift to be wielded for the betterment of all. Students were encouraged to explore the unique melodies of their magical abilities, channeling them to create harmony and balance in the realms.

But she had a mission. Find Kade. Learn the truth. And survive long enough to do both. Maren sat on the cold bench in the back of the courtyard, arms crossed, half-wrapped in the academy-issued coat. The fabric itched. The world around her itched. She hadn’t asked for any of this. The orientation droned on — some speech about realms, rules, ranks, and blood oaths. Something about magical hierarchies and elemental pairings, something else about mandatory combat trials and alliance-building. None of it stuck.

"Did you hear my talk with Maddox?" "No. You're mindlinking the beast already? Girl!" She picks up a glass and fills it for herself. "With all the magic in the academy, I thought you all would just strike a rock and water would flow out?" "There's law in the academy. If people were allowed to do anything, this place would be chaos, trust me!" She leans in and whispers. "If anyone’s caught using elemental spells outside class—they get memory-wiped." "Okay," I look her over. "What else is there to know about this academy?"

Then, as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. “...So, you’ve noticed him too,” Viorell whispered. “Good.” He let the magic fade, the mirror settling back into still glass. His footsteps echoed lightly as he resumed walking down the hall—each step measured, his expression unreadable. Outside, night had deepened. The moon hung pale over the academy towers, casting long shadows that crawled like living things across the courtyards. The wards shimmered faintly, weaving light through the darkness—a fragile barrier between safety and something else that now pressed against the edges of their world.

The genius who also practices the Ancient Draconic Way? How could this deranged little B*stard have survived until now, and had even become a Magic? Even the head of the ten great powers, the Heavenly Law Academy, had nearly been destroyed by him?