Story cover for  Elora  by tasiadabest
Elora
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    Time 2h 36m
Ongoing, First published Dec 09, 2025
In a world scarred by a devastating war between the government and the Unbound, young fairy Elora dreams of entering the prestigious Rivoira Academy to unlock her powers early. After years living with Babu-a kind pub owner with mindwalking abilities-Elora finally graduates ahead of schedule. But her success is bittersweet: her best friend Kaia fails to graduate, and whispers of the past war still haunt the land, especially the mysterious disappearance of the Protectors... and Elora's parents. As Elora prepares to leave home and step into her new future, secrets, magic, and the shadow of a vanished generation linger around her, hinting that her journey is only just beginning.
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"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)