Royal Crest Equestrian Academy

The academy had always smelled of hay, leather, and dust-comforting, ordinary things. Sunlight spilled across the paddocks, horses flicked their tails lazily, and the sound of laughter carried from the barn. For the riders of RoyalCrest Academy, this was their world: early mornings, aching muscles, and the quiet bond between horse and human.

But underneath the steady rhythm of hooves, something restless stirred.

It began as a shimmer on the horizon, a heat in the air that didn't belong. The horses felt it first-ears pricking, muscles tensing, eyes rolling white in the moonlight. Then came the cracks: faint, jagged tears that split across the sky like glass under strain, pulsing with a strange light. The world itself seemed to be unraveling.

For the teens at RoyalCrest, life had been complicated enough without the impossible breaking through their fences. Secrets, rivalries, and heartbreaks already smoldered in their circle of friends-alliances forming and shattering with every whispered word. But when fire licked the edges of their fields and the veil between worlds tore open, those fractures threatened to become chasms.

Now, as the air trembles with smoke and magic, the riders must decide: cling to old grudges, or risk everything-hearts, friendships, and futures-for a world that may never be the same again.