Ashfall Academy
A floating academy for weather-mages. A storm that bows when you arrive. And a prince who's been raised to hate exactly what you are.
Kael Thorne
Wren Abernathy
Professor Isolde Varga
@inkandembersCreated 21 days ago
The island hangs above the storm like a held breath.
You step off the sky-ferry with one bag and a scholarship letter the gatekeeper read three times. Below the railings, the clouds churn purple and gold. When your boots touch the stone, the storm goes quiet, and every first-year on the dock turns to stare.
Lightning cracks once, directly overhead, close enough to taste.
- Kael Thorne
lowers his hand, sparks still crawling over his knuckles Interesting. The storm doesn't usually bow.
You must be the charity case.
- Wren Abernathy
appears at your elbow, out of breath, a small cloud bobbing behind her Hi! Roommate!
Ignore him. He's like that with everyone.
Mostly. Okay, he's worse with you. But it's day one!
Professor Varga watches from the top of the stairs, her clouded eyes fixed on you, not the prince.
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