Echoes of the Lost Elf

The morning sun streamed through the large, arched windows of Historias' dorm, casting a golden glow across the room. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he simply lay there, listening to the faint hum of magical energy embedded within the academy's walls. Today was the entrance ceremony. While most would be anxious, he felt a strange excitement bubbling within him. It had been a thousand years since he last walked these halls. Even though he had built this academy with his own hands, the passage of time had undoubtedly reshaped it. He was eager to see just how much.

With a deep breath, he pushed off the silk sheets and stretched. After a quick wash, he dressed in the academy's formal uniform—something he had neglected to admire the day before. The outfit was exquisite, a perfect blend of elegance and practicality. The black high-collared coat, embroidered with delicate gold patterns, fit snugly over a white button-up shirt. The coat itself bore the insignia of the academy—a silver crest symbolizing wisdom and power. The golden buttons gleamed under the soft light, and the fitted black trousers were neatly pressed. A velvet sash, lined with intricate embroidery of arcane symbols, draped across his shoulder, further signifying his status as one of the top-ranking students. He pulled on black gloves, completing the ensemble before running a hand through his platinum hair.

"Fancy," he muttered, adjusting his cuffs. Unfortunately, every student had to wear the full attire properly for the ceremony today.

By the time he made his way to the cafeteria, it was still early—just past 7:00 AM. The large hall was mostly empty, save for a few students who, like him, had woken up early. The cafeteria was grand, with high ceilings and floating chandeliers that illuminated the space with a warm glow. Long rows of tables stretched across the hall, while enchanted trays automatically filled themselves with whatever meal a student desired. The aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat filled the air, making his stomach grumble. He grabbed a plate and settled into an empty seat, savoring his meal in silence.

Once finished, he had time to spare. Instead of heading straight to the Crown Hall, he decided to explore. It felt surreal—walking through halls that once echoed with the voices of students from an era long past. He passed various classrooms, their doors lined with glowing sigils that restricted entry based on rank. The training grounds had expanded, with new arenas designed to push students beyond their limits. He could sense layered enchantments reinforcing the structures, ensuring that even the most destructive spells wouldn't harm the academy.

Eventually, his wandering brought him to the Everglen Tree. A massive, ancient tree that stood at the heart of the academy grounds. Its bark shimmered faintly, pulsing with a quiet, living magic. It was a sacred relic, one of the few things that had remained untouched for centuries. Touching it was strictly forbidden. Sleeping on it? Even more so.

Yet, as he glanced at his watch—8:00 AM—he figured he had time for a short nap. With a smirk, he used wind magic to propel himself onto one of the thick branches, settling in comfortably. The slight rustling of leaves was oddly soothing, and before he knew it, his eyes slipped shut.

Then, in what felt like mere seconds, he jolted awake.

8:25 AM.

"Shit."

The ceremony was about to start.

Teleporting was an option, but the sheer amount of layered wards would instantly trigger an alarm. If he did that, the entire academy would go on high alert, assuming a Void general had infiltrated the grounds. That was too much trouble. So instead, he ran. Ran like his life depended on it.

By the time he reached the Crown Hall, his pocket watch read 8:28 AM. Barely made it. The massive hall was filled with students, all seated according to rank. He quickly spotted an empty seat in the first row—his seat. Slipping in quietly, he let out a small breath. As soon as he settled in, the sound of heels clicking against the polished floor caught his attention.

Adriana Von Athrious stood at the podium.

Her uniform was immaculate, tailored to perfection. The high-collared coat, adorned with silver accents, complemented the deep navy blue fabric. Unlike his uniform, hers had an additional sash of royal blue draped over her shoulder, embroidered with her family's crest—an intricate emblem representing the Athrious lineage. The flowing white cape fastened to her shoulders by silver clasps added an air of authority. With her striking blue hair and piercing sapphire eyes, she exuded confidence and regal presence.

She cleared her throat before speaking.

"Welcome, students, to Castellas Academy. Whether you come from noble families or humble origins, you are here today because of your talent, determination, and potential. This academy was founded with one purpose—to nurture the strongest mages, warriors, and scholars of our generation."

There was a brief pause as she continued, her voice unwavering. "Our founder, whose name is etched in history, built this institution as a sanctuary for knowledge and growth. Today, as you take your first steps within these halls, remember that you are part of something far greater than yourselves."

Historias barely paid attention to the rest of the speech. It was royally boring. The words droned on, the same speech given every year with minor changes.

Then, a voice beside him murmured, "Seems like I'm not the only one dying of boredom."

He turned his head slightly, meeting the gaze of a young man with dark, tousled hair and sharp golden eyes. Leonhardt Drakos.

Leonhardt's uniform was neatly worn, though there was an air of casual elegance to the way he carried himself. His coat was slightly unbuttoned, and a single gold chain dangled from his belt, likely a family heirloom. Unlike the others, he radiated a natural charisma that didn't seem forced.

"Leonhardt Drakos," he introduced himself.

"Historias Vaelcrest," he responded in kind.

"Just call me Leon," he said with an easy grin. "My full name is too long to say every time."

"Fair enough."

Leon tilted his head. "You're an elf?"

"Yes."

"And I'm a human."

"Indeed."

There was a brief pause before Historias smirked. "At least I'm not rank 1. Giving the speech must be a pain."

Leon chuckled. "True, though it's interesting that you keep calling her 'rank 1.' Don't you know her name?"

"Nope. Didn't bother."

Leon stared at him, momentarily speechless. Then, something clicked in his mind. "Wait… you're the guy who aced the practical exam but nearly failed the written part because of history and current affairs, aren't you?"

Historias shrugged. "Sounds about right."

Leon leaned back slightly, processing that information. "Atheria Von Athrious," he finally said. "That's her name. She's from one of the oldest noble families."

"Good for her."

Leon exhaled in amusement. "You're something else."

The ceremony continued, the speeches dragging on. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, the event finally came to an end. The students began standing up, some stretching after sitting for so long. Leon ran a hand through his hair, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Finally. I thought I was going to die from boredom."

Historias smirked. "And here I thought humans had more endurance."

Leon shot him a look before laughing. "I think I'm going to like you, Vaelcrest."

As the students dispersed, Historias found himself glancing back toward the podium. Atheria had stepped down, now surrounded by a group of nobles. For now, though, she was someone else's concern.

He had other things to do.

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