Whispers In The Dark

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ል ክቿሠ ቿዪል

The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that hangs heavy before a storm. In the hidden corners of the world, where shadows meet light and the ordinary brushes against the extraordinary, something was stirring. Quiet whispers traveled through the unseen places—beneath ancient trees, through forgotten alleyways, and in the minds of those who were sensitive enough to feel them.

McLodge Magic Refinery Boarding School sat nestled at the edge of a dense forest, its towering spires reaching into the sky like skeletal fingers. It wasn't a place you found on a map or stumbled upon by accident. For those who were meant to be there, it appeared as if by magic, and for everyone else, it simply didn't exist.

Here, young minds were trained not only in math, science, and literature, but in the deeper, more dangerous arts—ones that had the potential to shape worlds or unravel them. The students who walked the halls weren't like ordinary teenagers; they were the keepers of something much greater, though many didn't realize it yet.

In the heart of this school, secrets festered like wounds, some hidden for centuries, others just beginning to surface. And somewhere, deep in the forest that surrounded the grounds, something ancient had begun to wake. A power long thought dormant was stirring, its presence felt by those attuned to the arcane, by the animals who roamed the grounds, and by one calico cat in particular.

Bubbles was no ordinary feline. With eyes that gleamed with intelligence and paws that moved as silently as whispers, she had been watching. She had seen things that others overlooked—patterns, oddities, movements in the night. Her senses were sharper than most, attuned to the ebb and flow of the mystical energy that pulsed beneath the school's very foundation.

And now, something was wrong. The air crackled with danger, the kind that even Bubbles couldn't quite place. It wasn't just the snapping vine that had lunged at her during her patrol; it was something larger, something older, waiting to make its move.

As Talani and Regan unknowingly raced toward an uncertain future, Bubbles kept a watchful eye on the shadows. She knew better than anyone that at McLodge, nothing was ever as it seemed, and those who didn't pay attention often found themselves caught in the crossfire of forces far beyond their control.

The game had begun, and the players were already in motion.