Fantasycollege Stories

What if the statue you made... looked back at you? Kirei is no ordinary sculptor. With just one touch, she can bring stone to life - but at a cost even she doesn't understand. In a college of secrets, visions of a boy with a scar, and a keychain that burns in her hand, Kirei begins to unravel the truth: She was never human. He was never just a dream. And one of them... was never meant to survive.

It started in August the begining of the end for many of us. Just like leaves in the fall we fell. Unlike the leaves it wasn't angelic and slow; it was swift and all too painful. Some deaths we're quick and some heartbreakingly slow. I was the final one standing in the end, of course. As per usual I'm left for last. However this is our story, and I want to tell it right. I owe it to them, I feel, since I didn't fulfill their wishes. This is not some simple story that is black or white. Look between the lines, and find your own anwser on who is to blame.

After a dramatic escape as a child, 20-year-old Helone has found a new home at the magic school of Azucenja. A place were one can practise their magic freely, peacefully and undistrubingly. However not everybody is pleased with the idea, that magic is practised as it is done in Azucenja. Some claim that the magic everyone possessed must be used for the elite. Like, Arun the prince of the queens. Raised in one of the wealthiest families, he sure enjoys consuming magic. As chaos unfolds in the city and political tension rise, Helone must decide whether to trust Arun, who offers to help her.