Echoes of the Lost Elf

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After receiving a response from the vice principal confirming that all matters would be handled accordingly, Historias felt a sense of relief. It was a brief exchange, but he knew that the academy was already making arrangements for his enrollment.

A few days later, it was finally time to leave.

Standing in his room, Historias surveyed the belongings he had gathered and frowned. What exactly should he bring? His collection of rare alchemical ingredients? His ancient grimoires? His personal tea set? He scratched his head, completely undecided.

Meanwhile, Aldren was growing increasingly impatient.

"Are you seriously not ready yet?" Aldren's voice rang through the halls, his irritation evident. "We have a train to catch, Historias. The train. The only official way for students to reach Castellas Academy—excluding, of course, your ridiculous teleportation stunt."

Historias hummed in response, still pondering whether he should bring his self-replenishing ink set or just buy a new one later.

Aldren groaned. "Historias, if you don't get your things together in the next minute, I swear I'll drag you to the train station in nothing but your robes."

At that, Historias finally sighed and threw a few essentials into a dimensional bag. "Alright, alright. No need to be dramatic."

With everything packed, Aldren grabbed him by the arm, and in a swift movement, they teleported directly to the train station.

Upon arrival, the bustling scene before them was a stark contrast to the quiet solitude of Historias' castle. The station was alive with students and their guardians, many of them excitedly chatting about the academy and the year ahead. Some were nervous, others were showing off their newly bought magical equipment.

They made their way to the boarding area, where academy staff were checking identifications. Historias presented his documents, which had been flawlessly prepared under Aldren's sponsorship, and they were soon granted access.

As they stepped onto the train, Historias took a moment to appreciate the grand interior. The compartments were spacious, lined with enchanted windows that provided a view of the vast landscapes they would pass through. Soft, ambient lighting made the space feel warm and inviting.

Settling into their seats, Aldren finally relaxed, leaning back with a sigh. "We made it in time. Now, try not to cause trouble before we even arrive."

Historias smirked but said nothing, staring out the window as the train whistle blew, signaling their departure toward Castellas Academy.

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As they crossed the grand bridge leading to Castellas Academy, Historias couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him. Though he had seen the academy in its infancy, the passage of time had transformed it into something far more breathtaking.

Towering spires of white stone and silver accents gleamed under the sun, their surfaces inscribed with runes that pulsed faintly with magic. Elegant bridges and archways connected various sections of the academy, forming an intricate web of walkways in the sky. Waterfalls cascaded down the cliffs surrounding the academy, feeding into crystal-clear streams that wound through its gardens. The air shimmered with protective enchantments, and floating lanterns drifted lazily above the courtyards.

Then, Historias' gaze settled on something unexpected—a colossal tree standing tall behind the academy. Its massive roots sprawled over the landscape, its golden-green leaves rustling with an ethereal glow. It radiated an immense magical presence, one so potent that even he felt its energy from afar.

He frowned. I don't remember seeing a tree like that before.

Aldren, noticing his confusion, chuckled. "Remember the sapling you planted? The one you experimented on with that peculiar magic?"

Historias' eyes widened. That tiny sapling? He glanced back at the massive tree, its size dwarfing most buildings in the academy.

Aldren smirked, arms crossed. "Well, it's had a thousand years to grow. Apparently, whatever you did worked."

Historias exhaled, shaking his head. "I was just testing something... I didn't expect it to turn into this."

Aldren nodded toward the academy grounds. "It's more than just a tree now. Over the centuries, people noticed its strange resilience, the way it thrived without withering. They started calling it the Everglen Tree, believing it held a sacred presence. Now, it's forbidden to touch or harm it. Some even think it's a guardian of the academy."

Historias stared at the towering tree, the realization settling in. A simple experiment, a forgotten moment in his long past, had unknowingly shaped a piece of Castellas' history.

He couldn't help but grin. "Well... at least I left something behind."

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