Mystic Allure

Chapter Four

Teammates?

     As they stood in the plaza ground of Whitelock Academy, the sun casting a golden hue over their triumphant figures, Stella, Lorian, Illiad, and Elara exchanged relieved smiles, their recent success in the entrance exam still fresh in their minds. Leaning against a nearby tree, Lorian couldn't resist complimenting Stella, his words dripping with admiration, "Stella, you were absolutely mesmerizing in the forest, like a graceful dancer in tune with nature's melody."

Stella chuckled softly, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush, "Thank you, Lorian. Your speed and agility were impressive as always."

Illiad, standing a few paces away, clenched his jaw at Lorian's blatant flirtation, his red eyes narrowing in displeasure. "Must you always be so forward, Lorian? We have more important matters to focus on than indulging in idle compliments."

Lorian raised an eyebrow, his silver eyes gleaming with mischief, "Oh, come now, Illiad. Where's your sense of appreciation for beauty? Stella's skills were indeed admirable, worthy of praise."

Elara, sensing the tension rising, interjected with a soft chuckle, "Let's not ruin the moment with unnecessary squabbles, shall we? We all did well, and that's what matters."

Illiad's gaze softened slightly, though the resentment still lingered in his tone, "Fine. But let's not forget our purpose here. We're not just students anymore; we're future protectors of Blairania, and we must act accordingly."

With a nod of agreement, the group fell into a more relaxed conversation, the tension dissipating as they awaited the end of the exam timer.

The headmaster, his presence commanding attention, stepped forward into the center of the plaza, his amber eyes gleaming with authority beneath platinum blond hair. "Greetings, young mystics," he began, his voice resonating with a sense of wisdom and purpose. "I am Headmaster Aricen, and I am pleased to welcome those of you who have successfully completed the trials into Whitelock Academy."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the gathered students as Aricen continued, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group. "The trials you have faced are but the beginning of your journey here at Whitelock. Over the next few years, you will undergo rigorous training and education, honing your skills and abilities to become the protectors that Blairania needs."

"I have designed this test, making sure mystics would not pass unless they had teamwork. Keeping that in mind, as you all noticed, everyone arrived in groups of four. You all will be teammates until the end of your time here at Whitelock" Headmaster Aricen, could no longer contain his smirk as he sees everyone's facial expressions.

Lorian, unable to contain his enthusiasm, flashed a charming smile at Stella, his silver eyes twinkling mischievously. "Looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together, Stella. Lucky you, being stuck with someone as delightful as me."

Stella chuckled softly, a fond glimmer in her eyes as she replied, "I'm sure it'll be an... interesting experience, Lorian."

Illiad, his expression darkening, clenched his fists at his sides, his red eyes burning with frustration. "This is preposterous," he muttered under his breath, barely able to contain his ire. "Being forced into a group with him..."

Elara, sensing Illiad's discomfort, laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder, her onyx eyes filled with empathy. "It'll be alright, Illiad," she said softly. "We'll make the best of it, together."