MidReal Story

Mage's Betrayal

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The first time I saw her, she was running for her life.
I stood at the entrance of Silverthorn Academy, staring out at the world beyond its walls, my heart racing in my chest.
The first time I saw her, she was running for her life.
I was only twelve years old, and I was about to start my first day at the Silverthorn Academy.
I could hardly believe that it had been five years since that fateful day when I first set foot on these hallowed grounds.
I didn’t know it then, but that moment would change my life forever.
And now here I was again, preparing to start yet another school year.
I had been waiting for this day for as long as I could remember.
It was a strange feeling, being back here after so long.
My father had been a student at the academy, and so had his father before him.
As I looked around at the ancient stone walls and enchanted gardens, I felt a wave of nostalgia wash over me.
The Silverthorn Academy was the most prestigious magical school in all of Arcadia, and only the best and brightest students were accepted.
The last five years had been some of the most challenging of my life, but they were also some of the best.
Silverthorn Academy was a place of wonder and mystery, and I had spent countless hours exploring its halls and hidden passageways, eager to uncover its secrets.
I had spent years studying and preparing for the entrance exam, and when I finally received my acceptance letter, I was overjoyed.
But as I stood in front of the massive iron gates of the academy, a feeling of unease washed over me.
But now that I was finally back, I couldn’t help but wonder what new adventures awaited me as I prepared to start my final year at the academy.
I couldn’t explain it, but something felt wrong.
As I stood there lost in thought, a strange buzzing filled my ears and made my skin tingle.
It was the unmistakable feeling of magic in the air, and it never failed to stir something deep within me.
The air was thick with magic, and there was a strange buzzing in my ears that made it hard to concentrate.
I had woken up early that morning, eager to begin my journey to Silverthorn Academy.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, letting the power of the universe wash over me.
When I opened them again, I felt more centered and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
But as I got ready to leave, I found myself hesitating.
I had been looking forward to this day for as long as I could remember, but now that it was finally here, I wasn’t sure if I was ready.
I took a step forward, preparing to cross the threshold into the academy once more, when something caught my eye.
I turned and saw a figure running toward me from across the courtyard.
I was going to be living at the academy for the next five years, and I didn’t know if I was prepared to be so far away from my family for so long.
Their cloak billowed out behind them as they ran, and for a moment, my heart raced with excitement as I thought it might be one of my new classmates eager to meet me.
But it was too late to back out now.
I had made a promise to myself, and I wasn’t about to break it.
But as the figure drew closer, I realized that they were moving far too fast to be an ordinary person.
I squinted and tried to make out their features through the dark hood of their cloak, but it was no use.
The sun had just begun to rise when I said my goodbyes.
My mother was trying her best to hold back tears, and my father was doing his best to offer words of encouragement, though I could see the concern in his eyes.
All I could see was a mess of fiery red hair streaming out behind them like a banner.
I hugged them both and promised to make them proud.
My stomach clenched with a sense of foreboding as I watched them draw closer and closer.
Just when I thought they were about to reach me, the figure suddenly veered off to the side and ran past me.
My younger sister, Elara, was clinging to my leg, her eyes red and puffy from crying.
I turned to watch them go, a confused frown marring my brow as I tried to make sense of what I had just seen.
She was only seven years old, and the thought of leaving her behind tore at my heart.
“Don’t forget about me,” she said through her sobs.
And then the figure suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground in a heap.
“I could never forget about you,” I said, ruffling her hair.
“Hey!”I called out as I ran toward them.
As I got closer, I saw that it was a girl.
“I’ll write to you every chance I get and tell you all about Silverthorn.”
She nodded, but I could see that she didn’t believe me.
Her cloak had fallen away from her face, revealing her delicate features and wide blue eyes.
With one last hug, I pried her off of me and walked away before I could change my mind.
She was small and slender with fiery red hair that tumbled down around her shoulders in wild curls.
For a moment, I was struck by how beautiful she was.
My eyes stung with unshed tears as I made my way down the dirt road that would lead me away from my home and toward my future.
And then an inexplicable sense of déjà vu washed over me.
It wasn’t long before the first rays of sunlight began to peek over the horizon, casting the world in a warm golden light.
It was as if I had seen this girl before… But that was impossible.
But all I could feel was the weight of leaving everything behind.
The academy wasn’t far from our village, but it took me a while to get there because I couldn’t stop looking back over my shoulder.
I didn’t know anyone with hair like hers—no one from my village or my travels across Arcadia.
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When I finally reached the grand gates of Silverthorn Academy, I paused to catch my breath and take in the sight before me.
The academy was a sprawling complex of buildings, surrounded by towering spires and ancient stone walls.
It was a beautiful sight, and one that never failed to take my breath away.
I knelt down beside the girl and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
I stood there for a moment, simply taking in the view, before I finally mustered up the courage to continue on.
“Are you all right?”
As I made my way toward the gates, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my stomach.
The girl’s breathing was erratic, and she clutched at her chest as if in pain.
I had woken up with it that morning, and despite my best efforts, I hadn’t been able to shake it.
Her eyes were unfocused and stared off into the distance.
There was something strange in her gaze—something almost… desperate.
I tried to push it out of my mind as I walked through the gates and into the courtyard, where dozens of other students were milling about, chatting excitedly about the year ahead.
All around me, I could feel the hum of magic in the air, and I knew that this was where I was meant to be.
“Hey,” I said again.
“Can you hear me?She blinked and focused on me at last.
But as I looked around at all of the smiling faces, I couldn’t help but wonder what was waiting for me beyond those walls.
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“Are you all right?”
She stared at me for a second before shaking her head.
“I need to get out of here.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“I need to leave.”
“You can’t just leave,” I said.
“This is Silverthorn Academy.”
“I don’t care,” she said.
“I have to leave.”
Despite the urgency in her words, she seemed too weak to move.
I offered her my hand.
“Here, let me help you up.”
She recoiled at the sight of my hand and shook her head violently.
“Get away from me,” she hissed.
Startled by her sudden hostility, I drew back and tried to calm her.
“It’s all right,” I said gently.
“I’m not going to hurt you.
But the girl only stared at me with eyes wide and wild.
And then she did something that made my blood run cold.
She reached out and pressed a finger to my lips.
“Get away,” she whispered.
“You have to get away from me.
It’s not safe.
I stared at her in shock, not understanding what was happening or why she was acting this way.
And then a chill ran down my spine as I realized that I could hear a strange buzzing sound coming from somewhere nearby.
It was growing louder and louder by the second and filling my ears until I could barely think.
Trying to ignore the noise, I scanned the area around us for its source.
But there was nothing out of the ordinary—just the same old stone walls and statues I had seen a thousand times before.
Except for the girl.
There was something about her—something otherworldly that I couldn’t quite place.
And then I noticed that the air around us was growing colder.
It swirled and shifted like mist rising from the ground.
I took a deep breath to steel myself against the cold and tried to speak to the girl again.
“It’s all right,” I said gently.
“You’re safe with me.” But even as I spoke the words, a sense of foreboding washed over me, making my skin prickle with unease.
The buzzing noise grew louder and louder until it filled my ears and drowned out every other sound until all I could hear were the frantic beats of my own heart.
Terrified, I glanced around once more and saw the same old stone walls and statues.
Except now they were covered with thick layers of frost.
My blood ran cold as I realized what was happening—somehow, impossibly, everything around us had frozen over in a matter of seconds.
My blood turned to ice as I realized that this wasn’t just some freak weather event.
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And it wasn’t over yet.
As I stared at the frozen landscape around me, I heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind me.
I turned around and saw a group of new students approaching the academy gates.
They were led by a group of teachers and administrators who were walking in stately procession with their heads held high and their robes flowing behind them.
It was an impressive sight—one that filled me with a strange mix of awe and nostalgia.
But there was something else about the scene that struck me—the stark contrast between the nobility’s children and the common folk like myself.
The nobles were all dressed in fine clothes and expensive jewelry, their faces brightly painted and their hair perfectly styled.
Their families were adorned with wealth and status.
And they moved through the world with an air of confidence and entitlement that said they were better than everyone else.
In contrast, the commoners were dressed in plain clothes and had simple hairstyles and little or no jewelry.
Their faces were unadorned and their expressions were humble and respectful.
As I watched them file into the academy, I could see that many of them were nervous and excited.
Others were scared and insecure, as if they couldn’t believe that they had been accepted into such a prestigious school.
But all of them were eager to start their new lives at Silverthorn Academy and make a name for themselves in the world of magic and power.
And then, suddenly, my attention was drawn to someone who was walking alongside the new students.
She was a girl with fiery red hair that seemed to glow like embers in the sunlight.
It was a striking contrast against her pale skin and bright green eyes, and it made her look almost ethereal.
She was small and slender, with delicate features and a gentle smile that seemed to light up her face from within.
She moved through the crowd with an air of determination, as if she were on a mission to prove something to the world.
And even though she was dressed in plain clothes and had no jewelry or makeup to speak of, she was easily the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her as she approached the academy gates, seemingly oblivious to the world around her and the attention she was attracting from the other students and their families.
But there was something about her—something familiar—that drew me to her and made me want to know more about her and her life.
She was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and tied up with a bow, and I knew that I had to have her—no matter what it took or how much it cost me to make her mine.
The girl walked through the academy gates and disappeared from view, but I could still see her fiery red hair glowing like a beacon against the backdrop of Silverthorn’s grand entrance.
And as I stood there, staring at her and wondering what her story was and how it would end, I realized that my life was about to change forever in ways that I never could have imagined.
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The moment Lysandra Vale stepped into view, I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
I couldn’t help it—I just couldn’t look away.
Her beauty was like nothing I had ever seen before, and I found myself captivated by her vibrant red hair and striking green eyes.
They seemed to glow with an inner fire as they met mine for a fleeting moment, sending a jolt of something unfamiliar coursing through my veins.
I didn’t know what it was or where it came from, but I could feel it pulsing through me like a living thing as I watched her move with purpose toward the academy gates, her eyes fixed on some far-off point in the horizon that only she could see.
But then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, she was gone—swallowed up by the crowd of other new students who were still filing into the great hall in preparation for the entrance ceremony.
I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts of the strange girl with the fiery red hair.
I didn’t know what had come over me, but I couldn’t afford to be distracted by some random girl when there were more important things on my mind.
And besides, she was probably just another wannabe mage who thought she was better than everyone else because she had a pretty face and a rare hair color.
She was nothing special, and certainly nothing to write home about, so why was I wasting my time thinking about her?
I turned my attention back to the front of the line, where Kael Drayton was currently engaged in a heated argument with one of the senior mages who was tasked with overseeing the entrance procession.
I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but judging by Kael’s flushed face and wild gesticulations, he was probably complaining about his position in line or his lack of a personal escort or some other ridiculous nonsense.
It was classic Kael, and it made me smile in spite of myself.
As I watched, Lysandra made her way through the gates and into the academy grounds.
But rather than turning left to join the other new students in the procession, she turned right and headed off in the direction of the main building at a brisk pace.
I frowned, wondering what she was doing and why she was in such a hurry to get away from the other students who were supposed to be her new classmates.
It was strange behavior for someone who was just starting at the academy, and it made me even more curious about her.
As I watched, I saw the two guards stationed at the entrance turn to follow her with their eyes as she walked away from them.
They exchanged a quick glance and a few hushed words, and then one of them made a move as if to go after her.
But before he could take more than a single step, the other guard caught him by the arm and shook his head sharply, saying something that I couldn’t quite make out over the general noise and commotion of the crowd.
The first guard nodded reluctantly and took his position back at the entrance, looking slightly disgruntled.
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