𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍

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"COME AND SHOW THE POWER OF THE QUEEN,
For thy has grace and beauty,
Let thee be guided by the light,
Follow thy values and take the star that awaits you.

Ice that burns fire,
Roses that swallows thorns,
Show us your talent, thy purpose.

Channel all the bad and turn it into good.

Hold onto the light, and let it guide for thy best."

"FOR THEE, GUIDED BY THE DARK MIRROR,
Follow thy heart and take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror.

Flames that turn even stars into ashes,
Ice that imprisons even time,
Great tree that swallow even the sky,
Don't be afraid of the power of darkness,
Come now, show your power.

Mine, theirs, and yours,
There's only little time left for us.

Do not let go of that hand,

at all costs."

Drowsiness washed over Percy, enveloping her senses in a hazy fog. It felt as if she were trapped in a confining box—a sensation she had experienced before, though she couldn't quite recall when. Faint murmurs reached her ears, emanating from beyond the confines of the box, only to fade away into silence.

Patting herself down, Percy's hand came to rest on her trusty pen. Before she could remove its cap, the box abruptly sprang open, causing her to stumble out ungracefully. As her surroundings came into focus, she discovered that she was not alone. Multiple individuals, dressed in the same peculiar robe she now found herself adorned in, stood nearby.

A wry thought crossed Percy's mind: 'I did joke about camp being a cult.' Little did she know that her jests were about to acquire an uncanny semblance of truth.

At the center of the room stood a mirror similar to the one she had encountered earlier, its presence both familiar and disconcerting. Flanking the mirror were seven other individuals, all clad in identical robes. Percy's eyes instinctively sought out the figure standing closest to the mirror, their face concealed by a crow-shaped mask. A pang of unease washed over her. 'Please don't tell me it's Thanatos. I haven't even set foot in college yet,' she mentally whined, hoping to avoid any impending brushes with death.

With an air of authority, the masked figure addressed the gathered individuals. "Welcome, gentlemen," they began, their voice reverberating through the room. "Congratulations, you have been graciously handpicked and chosen to be a part of Night Raven College."

Percy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the mention of college. "Oh, it's college," she mused dryly, a mix of apprehension and curiosity intertwining within her. The path before her had taken yet another unexpected turn, and she couldn't help but wonder what awaited her in this enigmatic institution known as Night Raven College.

The students, each emerging from their respective coffins, lined up before the mirror, resembling something straight out of a Harry Potter book. Percy couldn't help but mutter, "This is some Harry Potter shit," under her breath, a mix of amusement and disbelief coloring her words.

The sorting process began, and the names of the various dormitories echoed through the room. Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia. Percy, fortunately, found herself at the tail end of the line, observing the interactions of her newfound peers. The Dorm Leader of Savanaclaw locked eyes with her, their gaze piercing and unsettling, as if trying to unravel the depths of her soul.