🪄ELARIS THORNE

...Mornings in Velmira Valley had changed. The sun still rose, but its light no longer felt warm. As if the sky knew what was coming—and was watching closely.

Elaris, Iria, and Kael walked under the guidance of Maestra Claven, heading to the northern edge of the valley. With every step, the air grew thick with magical energy. Leaves whispered, symbols on stones shimmered.

And finally, they arrived: The Seal Academy.

An endless field of stone pillars, floating staircases, and spiraling towers reaching into the sky. But this was no ordinary magical school. The Seal Academy opened only to those who were called. And once inside… there was no turning back.

Waiting for them at the gates was another legendary figure: Headmaster Alveran Veyl. His silver beard reached his knees, and his voice was soft like the wind, yet commanding.

“Welcome, Elaris Thorne. And you, Iria Wynn… Kael Dorne. The three seal-bearers.”

Inside the academy, everything was breathtaking. Books flew on their own, papers floated midair, portraits whispered, and crystals spoke in riddles. But the most stunning place was the Hall of Wands.

Every student had to find their wand here. But they didn’t choose the wand—the wand chose them.

To Iria, a slender purple wand flew gracefully. It seemed to recognize her. To Kael, a silent wand covered in stardust slowly floated. But in front of Elaris… no wand moved.

Headmaster Veyl frowned. “It seems… her wand hasn’t awakened yet.”

That night, Elaris returned alone to the Hall of Wands. As she walked through the shadows, her eyes caught a dusty shelf in the corner. On it rested a box—forgotten, untouched.

Words glowed on the lid:

“The lonely one chooses alone.”

Elaris reached out and opened the box. The wand inside looked plain… but the moment she touched it, everything changed.

The hall lit up in a surge of light. The wand pulsed with a glowing blue-white aura. And a voice echoed through the walls:

“The blood of Thorne… has awakened magic once more.”