Lancaster Academy: School of Magic

Lancaster Academy: School of Magic

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Set in a fictional society called Lancaster, Rue Finnegan comes from a noble family. She holds a bitter secret when she was born. She inherited her father's charm, however it was caged inside her by her own father without knowing the real reason behind it. Thus, she will never cast nor perform it and it brought shame that made her rebellious and such a troublemaker. Despite of her temperament, she somehow knew how to fight. While wondering around the forest where she often came by, she found an unfamiliar object--a valuable item that belongs to Lancaster Academy, a school of magic. She will be accused for stealing and will need to compensate. Date started: July 11, 2022 Date finished:
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On a cold winter night, beneath a sky heavy with swirling snowflakes, I arrived at the gates of my new school-an ancient fortress of stone and magic. The torches lining the grand staircase flickered in the wind, casting eerie shadows along the castle walls. This was no ordinary academy; it was a place where the most gifted wielders of magic trained, a school of legacy and power. As I stepped inside, the air buzzed with enchantment, the echoes of centuries past whispering through the halls. Here, knowledge was a weapon, secrets were currency, and danger lurked beneath the surface. I had come to make my mark, to claim my place in a world where my family's name carried both prestige and expectation. But I was not alone in my arrival-some had been waiting for me. Some welcomed me, others watched from the shadows. This was the beginning of something far greater than I could have imagined. Malia IronHeart

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