mockingjaysea
Seventeen years lived, yet his past is nothing but a void. Overnight, the ordinary shatters-replaced by an academy where magic breathes and secrets decay beneath gilded halls.
Shadows of what was lost cling to the present like restless phantoms. Mysteries unfolding right before his eyes faster than his own beginning. The corridors shimmer with wonder, yet every glimmer carries the weight of something haunted.
Then the walls begin to bleed-cryptic vandalisms, like fragments of an ancient diary, as though penned in blood by Death itself.
To others, they are only chaos-scrambled letters, broken symbols, a code no mind was ever meant to unravel.
Except him.