Things We Lost In War

Masquedelune

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To those chasing anything that makes them feel alive.

You're doing it right.

To you, dear reader.

There exists a tale that has been etched into the collective memory of every child and retold through generations. It is the story of Scott Wright. The boy who stood as the harbinger of an end to the encroaching darkness.

Yet, the chronicle of these wars could not be complete without the acknowledgement of the unsung heroes who stood unwavering against the tides of malevolence. Those valiant souls who bravely battled in the First War, long before Scott's name became synonymous with hope. Those who rallied beside him in the Second War united against a common foe. And even those who, though their paths diverged, fought for the same noble cause.

This transcript presents the unadorned true events, an offering of respect to the lives that were lost in the relentless pursuit of power that continued even beyond the end of the Second War.

Your memory endures, indomitable and unyielding.

You are not forgotten.

May the Great Protector welcome the lost souls in the Underworld. May the fallen warriors join the Black Parade.

The world was always in between two wars. Only the period of peace varied.

— PART ONE —

The Catalyst

Prologue

November 1918

A manic laughter echoed in the area surrounding the Ruins of Eldrenor.

The witnesses swore it emanated from the castle veiled in a cloak of dark magic. The very enchantments that surrounded the dwelling of The Dread himself seemed unable to contain the manic glee, as it crossed the Sulphur River and reached far beyond.

In haste, The Dread stormed into the castle and made his way down to the dungeons. A powerful seer was bracing himself up in the chains on the wall.

The one with the power to conquer you is coming. Bound by threads unseen, their lives entwined. Not by his hand, but lineage's might, the destined Wright shall emerge.

The seer spitted up to The Dread's face, the manic expression not leaving his features.

And now, I can finally kick the bucket.

As he hung motionless in his restraints, the echoes of his laughter lingered hauntingly in the air.

The word of the prophecy spread like wildfire. A glimmer of hope to those seeking to overthrow the dark force that had plagued their country. While the exact wording became distorted through the countless retellings, one thing remained clear. The Destined Conqueror would bear the name Wright.

The Dread seemed to vanish. He left the seer behind in his chained confinement.

Three long years had passed as he searched for the hiding place.

Oh, how foolish they were to think they could escape him. Nothing could evade his keen senses; he scoffed at their futile attempts to elude him.

After almost three years of searching, the end of the Destined Conqueror had come.

The protection on Arquette's residence was broken. Which meant he was dead.

They seemed unaware of it. He could see him through the window when he faded to the shadows surrounding the house.

He felt no fear. No one had the power to conquer him. He was invincible, having proven time and time again his dominance over the darkest energies. The unprecedented master of magic. The forces of nature might have condemned him. But the forbidden, twisted, and ever-lasting shadows bowed to him. They danced at his command.

Throughout his quest, he went further than anyone else before. Conquered powerful elemental masters. They served him right on his path to immortality.

The last to defeat would be the one whom fate had destined to stand against him. Then he would be finished with this task.

He watched him through the window while shadows concealed him in the darkness, shielding him from the unwanted gaze.

Clad in ordinary home clothes, with sandy brown hair falling into his eyes, the man reached for a toy train resting on the carpet. At first glance, nothing about him signalled danger—just an unassuming figure, seemingly harmless. But appearances could be deceiving.

The Dread knew this all too well.

Maxence Wright had often been at the forefront of battles against his Brethren and faced the danger with unwavering resolve. The last of the Wright bloodline alive, he was believed to be the long-awaited hero. The Foreseen One destined to put an end to the dark reign.

Aware of the prophecy, Maxence Wright took his wife Ismerie and sought refuge in an attempt to escape The Dread's relentless pursuit.

He had been on a hunt for him ever since that fateful night in the Ruins of Eldrenor. Unable to get out of his mind the echoing words of the old seer he had imprisoned, The Dread sent spies to the Directorium. Tortured and killed everyone who could have valuable information. He turned over every pebble in the country in an effort to locate the man destined to challenge his rule.  

Tonight, he finally succeeded. They were foolish to believe he would not make the connection.

The protective wards encasing Arquette's residence had been impenetrable. Magical runes engraved in the ground. Concealing enchantments woven into walls. The protection was designed to keep the house hidden even from his loyal servants who could be standing right in front of the building.

And they did. Day and night they had monitored the house.

It had appeared mere minutes ago.

There was only one way around such protection which was directly entwined with the owner of the house.

Death.

How fitted it was they would both die on the same day. Inseparable until the very end.

As he stood before the house, he no longer concealed himself in the shadows. He commanded them with effortless ease as he glided up to the front door. With a wave of his hand, it got ripped from its hinges.

The Dread walked into the house.

Maxence Wright did not get the chance to react. He got thrown in the air and black shadows clawed into the flesh of his hands. The scent of fresh blood filled the air and The Dread took a deep breath.

With calculated precision, he ordered the shadows to force the head of his foretold conqueror up. A sound of bone-shattering snap reverberated through the house.

Maxence Wright fell lifelessly to the ground. A vacant look ascended in the open eyes of now only an empty shell.  

Thus, the one who should have possessed the power to defeat him had fallen.

Alone and broken.

Foolish enough to rely on someone else for his safety. Someone else who could not keep himself alive.

Consumed by the moment of triumph, The Dread delved into himself as he extracted the last gift Maxence Wright could offer.

The one final powerful elemental master he needed. The predestined danger to his power buried.

The shadows accompanying him quivered. He tilted his head and listened as they whispered there was someone else present in the house.

Following his intuition, he slowly ascended the stairs. His steps were devoid of sound. Like a spectre haunting the corridors.

With a raise of his pale hand, he swung open the door at the end of the narrow passageway.

In the dimly lit room, a toddler, barely able to stand on its own, clung to the iron leg of its cradle. Despite being startled by the presence of an intruder, the child's innocent blue eyes remained wide, fixated on the menacing figure. Only a sense of shock seemed to stifle the impending cry.

Lineage's might, The Dread murmured under his breath as he slowly closed his raised hand into a tight fist, his unwavering focus directed at the vulnerable target. He craved to witness the light extinguish from the child's eyes, eliminating any perceived threat to his dominion and power.

At that moment, The Dread's body hit the ground.

Chapter one

August 1934

​The distant sound of water droplets striking metal reverberated through the air.

​She could feel the bodies of her friends touching her from both sides, their shallow breaths intermingled with her own. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. She was half certain its relentless thumping might have been what gave away their position in the first place. 

​With a predatory air, heavy black boots took slow and deliberate steps forward. Playfully, like a beast cornering its prey, instilling terror it felt within to heavenly heights.              

​The white colour of a bear's jawbone grinned menacingly from beneath the hood. It shrouded the figure's lower face. Above, an impenetrable darkness stretched into an endless void.

​They were staring directly at their doom.

​Nashaya, if we don't leave in a minute, we're going to be late.

​She could hear her mom calling out from downstairs.

​Her eyes snapped open and she found herself lying on the wooden floor. It had struck without warning, just as she had finally located the book, she had been searching for. It lay beneath her bed, wedged between the bed frame and the wall.

​Her body trembled from the lingering effects of the horrifying memory, and it took several deep breaths to calm her nervous system enough she was able to retrieve the book and get back on her feet.

​Nash could feel the traces of sweat running down her temples. With hesitant steps, she approached the ornately framed mirror leaning against the wall. Her panic-filled blue eyes stared back at her reflection, and her damp blond hair clung to her forehead. But she knew the sweltering day was not to blame.

​The nightmares haunted her. They arrived uninvited at the most unexpected moments. She struggled to identify their trigger. Although the reason was quite apparent . . .

​Her dad was likely already in the car, waiting for her and nervously tapping on the steering wheel. Her mom would notice something was wrong and she might confine Nash to the house for the rest of her life. Nash had succeeded in hiding her terrors from her parents throughout the summer, and she had no intention of faltering on the last day.

​Splashing her face with cold water, she washed away the sticky sensation of sweat. Her eyes were less wide now, but a hint of alarm remained. Attempting to conjure a smile, it twisted into a grimace. But it was the best she could manage at the moment.             

​As she closed her bedroom door, she hoped it would be enough to deceive her parents, and she hurried down the stairs. I'm coming. Sorry, Mom, I just couldn't find my Elemental Alchemy book.

​She tugged the leather-covered trunk outside and made her way towards the black car with large, round headlights. Her dad opened the door and stepped out to assist her with loading the luggage.

​You know, we could have simply sent you the book. It would have been quicker than going through all this hassle to ensure you don't miss the ship, her mom remarked, her brows slightly furrowed.

​Nash settled in the plush upholstery seat. But it would take days, if not weeks, for the post to arrive. I wouldn't have my book for class.

​She overheard her mom mumbling something that sounded close to 'library' under her breath.

​I'm just glad we don't have to meet that School Scout again, her dad muttered.

​But wasn't it nice to finally have an explanation for all the strange accidents that occasionally occurred around me? Nash argued. The ground trembling beneath me, making objects on nearby shelves rattle and fall during moments of frustration?

​For several months, we were convinced we built our house in an earthquake epicentre, her dad joked. Who could have thought your elemental powers were manifesting themselves through the accidents.

​It was said that when a child of elemental powers was born into the world, the elements themselves stirred, recognising their kin. A profound connection resonated between the newborn and the primal forces of nature.

​The elemental powers tended to first manifest at a very young age, only to subdue around the age of six. They returned in full force once the child entered puberty. The powers fully developed around the age of fifteen, which was when the children could start their education at the Institute of Elemental Sorcery.

​I never understood how the Scouts could track the children with elemental powers, her mom shook her head in the front seat.

​They are trained to detect the magical signatures each element leaves, Nash explained. The tracking skills of Scouts are exceptional, they enable them to follow even the faintest traces of elemental magic.

​How many are there at the Institute? her dad inquired.

​The Institute has five Scouts, each representing one element they are most aligned with.

​Their eyes were very disturbing.

​Nash shrugged. The Scouts are bestowed with the gift of Eyes of Elemental Radiance, reflecting the elemental colours they are connected to.

​You are starting your last two years at the Institute, her mom said slowly, and based on her tone, Nash knew what was coming. It's time to begin thinking about your future. Perhaps following in your father's footsteps and pursuing a career in the legal field? Do Elementalists even have lawyers?

​Of course, they do, Nash sighed, her voice tinged with weariness. We have our own government, after all.

​They stopped in a street adorned with facades of geometric patterns and ornate wrought-iron railings set in the windows and balconies. The sidewalk was lined with lampposts featuring frosted glass globes and the nearby square bustled with men sporting wide-brimmed fedoras and tailored suits. Newsboys stood on street corners, their voices ringing out as they hawked the latest editions of newspapers, the headlines dominated by the tragic events happening all around the country.

​The aroma of roasted chestnuts wafted from the street vendor's car and mingled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee as Nash's dad wasted no time retrieving the trunk from the car.

​I never cease to wonder, her dad mused, a twinkle in his eye, how come no one ever notices the magical children from all over the country gathering up on this particular day and using the mysterious portals?

​He glanced around and spotted a woman with a boy perhaps a few years younger than Nash vanish among the trees ahead.

​Well, some students choose to live permanently at the Institute, and parents can also opt for homeschooling, Nash explained. Plus, the Elemental Portals are hidden in remote and protected locations across the country to prevent many people from suspiciously meeting in one place.

​With very little time on their hands, Nash led the way into the nearby forest. Taking this journey several times before, she knew every twist and turn without hesitation.

​ Approaching a seemingly ordinary spot next to a majestic oak tree, Nash could feel the tingling presence of elemental magic in the air. Gathering her concentration, she raised her hand nowhere too particular.

​The Elemental Portal responded to her touch and a hole of pulsing energy shimmering with a mesmerising array of purple and red appeared. Knowing that Spectators couldn't pass through the portal alone, Nash held her parents' hands, and together they stepped into the unknown to the other side.

​With a soft hum, the portal closed behind them. They were transported to the Whispering Bay, where numerous other children were preparing to start their school year at the Institute of Elemental Sorcery. The bay, concealed amidst towering cliffs and secluded beaches, remained safe and protected from prying eyes by powerful enchantments.   

​A majestic ship named Aetherwings awaited them, crafted from gleaming, pearlescent white wood that seemed to dance in the sunlight. Its elegant hull bore carvings depicting scenes of elemental magic. The surface glistened with a soft iridescence and reflected the colours of the surrounding sky. Its numerous sails rippled like living fabric, woven with powerful enchant

ments that allowed the ship to glide effortlessly through the air, catching the wind and carrying it swiftly and smoothly toward its destination.

​Controlled by an Elementalist known as the Guide, Aetherwings remained concealed from the sight of Spectators. The Guide navigated the ship by controlling the wind as he traversed mystical pathways that existed parallel to ordinary routes, offering a swift and secure journey for students. 

​Nash checked her watch and noted there were only three minutes left until the departure. Most of the students were already onboard.

​Honey, you better hurry. Let me help you with your trunk, her dad urged.

​He deftly manoeuvred the luggage and turned to embrace Nash one final time before she stepped aboard.

​Remember to send us a letter once you've settled in and let us know you're alright, her mom requested as she hugged her tightly. And please, promise me you won't leave the school grounds to go on any rescue missions this year.

​Nash chuckled as she bounded up the gangway stairs.

​Yeah, no worries. I have a feeling this is finally going to be just a completely normal and uneventful school year. I mean, what else could possibly happen, right?

​She noticed her parents wearing disapproving frowns, clearly harbouring their own thoughts about the potential events that could indeed unfold. However, they didn't get a chance to voice their concerns as the harbour patrol signalled for Nash to step on the deck.

​With a final wave to her parents, Nash turned and made her way inside the ship. Aetherwings had individual cabins lining a long corridor where students could sit during the cruise. The cabins buzzed with activity. Some students chatted excitedly, while others, especially the younger ones, bid farewells through the windows.

​Since Nash was running late, she hadn't managed to secure a cabin for herself to stow away her trunk. As a result, she found herself lugging it along as she headed towards the first cabin assigned to the School Council.

​Navigating through the crowded and narrow aisle, Nash carefully manoeuvred around fellow students, burdened by the weight of her cumbersome luggage. On occasions, she inadvertently grazed it against someone's feet, prompting her to quickly apologise for her hasty movement. After what felt like an arduous journey, she finally reached the desired cabin and pushed the door open.

​Hey, Nash! It's great to see you. How was your summer?

​Nash was only able to see a mass of long, curly brown hair before Avery Cottet threw herself at Nash to envelope her in a thug. Avery's wide brown eyes sparkled with excitement. She was already dressed in her school uniform, the green lining contrasted deeply against the dominant black colour.

​Ermm . . . I guess it was alright. A bit dull, to be honest. How about you? Nash replied, slightly taken aback by Avery's overly enthusiastic greeting.

​Let me give you a hand with your trunk, Nash. We are blocking the doorway.

​The freckled face of Eliotte Tupper beamed at Nash as he reached out to help her place the trunk onto the overhead luggage rack.

​The ship began to move, slowly picking up the speed. Nash peered out the window and watched the harbour shrink as Aetherwings rose higher.

​Ugh, nice one. Impostors exchanging pleasantries. I feel like I'm about to vomit.

​A voice filled with disdain interrupted their conversation.

​Nash turned to locate the source and saw Denise Vercamer sitting on the opposite side, glaring at them with contempt. Her hair was meticulously parted in the middle, sectioning the icy white and black colours. Her pointy features twisted in scorn, and her nose turned up. Her shallow green eyes gleamed with hostility.

​Tupper, mind if I borrow your clothes for this purpose? It might actually make them look better, Vercamer snidely remarked, prompting laughter as if she had just delivered the wittiest joke.

​"Where is your boyfriend, Denise? Has he had already enough of your company and doesn't want to spend so much as a second in your presence?" Nash shot back.

​It's none of your business where Ren is, Impostor, Vercamer retorted with a venomous tone.

​Yeah, yeah, how could we, Eliotte gestured towards himself and Nash, "forget that we are only assuming the identity of Elementalists and quite successfully tricking our teachers for three years."

​Vercamer glared at him, clearly frustrated that her insults had no effect. Remind me, are your parents Elementalists, Tupper? Because unless they are, you will always be nothing more than Impostors.

​ Remind me, Vercamer, Eliotte gave her a forced smile, can I set your two-coloured hair on fire with a flick of my fingers?

​The cabin door swung open, and the President of the School Council entered to greet them for the new school year.

​Hello everyone, the tall fifth-year bowed his head as he settled into his seat. And to our new members, welcome to your first official meeting of the student body that serves as a voice for your schoolmates and represents their interests, concerns, and suggestions to the faculty and administration. Through open communication channels, we work collaboratively with the staff to address student needs, propose initiatives, and contribute to the ongoing development of the school. All the fancy stuff.

​Nash looked around and noticed two girls from younger years shifting in their seats with excitement.

​I have been given the honour of being elected as the President this year, but having been on the council for four years before, I do not plan to introduce any significant changes. Even if some things don't work perfectly, let's leave them be, the President announced, sparking warm laughter from the School Council members.              

​On a more serious note, each person in this cabin has been suggested to take this position by the Teacher's Council based on their grades, involvement in school life, or sports achievements. As members of the School Council, we are entrusted with managing the point system within the school. Awarding and deducting points from the respective houses based on students' conduct, academic achievements, participation in extracurricular activities, and adherence to the school's rules and values. This task requires great responsibility. We do not want a repeat of the situation in the year 1910 when two members, who shall remain unnamed, used points for such things as some particularly potent weed, snide remarks to teachers, or funny pranks. 

​Nash, Avery, and Eliotte exchanged amused glances even though they had heard this story before. The School Council had been banned for a month to give and take points once teachers discovered what was happening. 

​Members of the School Council also take on patrol duty to maintain the safety and security of the Institute. We are responsible for monitoring the premises, including the castle, grounds, and other important areas. I emphasise the need to patrol the corridor of Aetherwings from time to time as well, although I know none of you will do that, the President shook his head defeatedly. But please at least make sure to show the first-years the way to the dormitories later.

​As the President continued discussing the values and responsibilities of the School Council for the school year, Nash's mind began to wander. She daydreamed about sipping a refreshing glass of cold apple juice and lounging in a comfortable seat in a completely different cabin with her friends.

​While she quite appreciated the responsibilities that came with being a member of the School Council, this meeting was proving to be excruciatingly dull. Nash noticed Avery's unwavering focus, and she truly admired Avery's ability to stay engaged. She would undoubtedly make an exceptional President the next year. Eliotte, on the other hand, absentmindedly played with a hole in his sweater, blissfully unaware of his surroundings.

​Finally, the President concluded the School Council meeting with his well-wishes and Eliotte helped Nash retrieve her trunk from the overhead luggage rack.

​I think Scott got us a cabin. Want to come with us, Nash? he asked.

​Yeah, sure, we are halfway there anyway, Nash replied with a shrug.

​As they made their way through the corridor, they caught sight of Renier Charnière sitting in his cabin with other Eaurists. His platinum hair was neatly styled, his sharp features conveying an air of aristocracy and privilege. Denise Vercamer had already joined them.

​Charnière noticed their gaze and responded by demonstrating quite a rude gesture with his middle finger in their direction as they were passing by. Eliotte took a leaf out of his book and did the same, which resulted in Avery threatening him with the idea of using her powers to freeze his fingers together.

​Eliotte, you are on the School Council! Can you, just for once, act accordingly?

​Charnière is on the School Council as well.

​That's really generous of you, comparing your manners to his.

​They finally found the right cabin, and Eliotte threw himself onto the seat beside Scott, complaining about being starving. It was peculiar how the two boys looked almost identical with their sandy brown hair. They even had similar bone structures, although Eliotte's face was perhaps a little rounder. The only noticeable difference was Scott's blue eyes compared to Eliotte's green ones.

​ At Scott's feet lay an Emberhound, a canine-like creature with flames adorning its black fur and glowing red eyes. Emberhounds had a deep affinity for the element of fire and often served as companions and protectors to students who demonstrated a strong bond with the element. Archer was very attached to Scott, and Scott was allowed to take him with him for the summer holiday, which he spent at Tuppers.

​Hi, Scott, hi, Delaune, Nash greeted as she sat down next to a pale girl with bright yellow hair.

​Delaune Gehringer was a third-year in House Akasha and she often changed the colour of her hair using her elemental powers. It seemed like the bright lemon yellow and gum pink were her two favourite choices.

​Guess what. Charnière missed the School Council meeting. He's just sitting in his cabin with the other Eaurists. Doesn't seem too much like him, not taking points and bullying first-years, does it? Eliotte brought up the topic.

​No idea, Scott replied, appearing lost in thoughts.

​The door on the cabin opened, and a fifth-year girl stepped inside.

​Hi, Scott, can I talk to you for a minute? Eliza Ray, a fellow Flamarist, asked.

​Sure thing, Scott nodded and left the cabin. Eliotte tried to see what that was about, but unfortunately for him, it seemed like Scott and Eliza went further down the corridor.

​So, another year ahead of us, Eliotte said when he leaned back into his seat. We shall hope for no dangerous dark rituals at the school grounds this year.

​Nash and Avery laughed together, but Delaune shook her head and her eyes widened in concern. I've heard stories about it. It happened a year before I started attending the Institute.

​She took a deep breath and began speaking at a rather quick pace as if she had memorised the story. A group of fourth-years engaged in a ritual that offended the forces of nature to such an extent, that it caused wild fluctuations in the elemental energies and led to unpredictable and dangerous manifestations. Tornadoes and strong winds rampaged through the grounds. Nearby fields caught fire. The ground under the castle crackled for weeks. It was only due to the castle's walls being fabricated with the elemental energies that there had been no structural damage.

​They all looked at her, taken aback.

​Yeah, uh, Delaune, we know, Avery shrugged, the bewildered expression not leaving her face. We've all been there.

​Really? Delaune asked, with excitement filling her voice. Was it truly as terrible as everyone says?

​Well, teachers had to work together to restore harmony and stability. They undertook intense research and conducted complex rituals to calm the elemental forces, Nash nodded.

​I always thought the next year, mind you, my first year, was far worse, though, Delaune remarked and her gaze shifted out of the window as she watched the fields changing below them.

​Silence fell upon the cabin. No one said out loud what happened at the end of their second year, but it hung above them like a dark cloud.

​ Nash could still vividly remember the pitch-black darkness that had covered the school back then. Not even the fire they called to their aid was able to penetrate it.

​The next moment, it was over, as if nothing had happened. The evacuation protocols were issued, and upon headcount of students, they realised one of their classmates was missing. The teachers were unable to locate him, and there were no traces of magic left.

​As the evening approached, Scott appeared on the white pebble pavement. Pale and injured, he informed them that the most dangerous Elementalist, who embraced the shadows and sought darker sources of magic, had returned in full strength.

​Life at the Institute of Elemental Sorcery is never dull, Eliotte remarked weakly in an attempt to dissolve the heavy atmosphere that hung over the cabin.

​As the cruise continued, the sun gave way to a cloudy sky, and the lamps in the cabins and corridor were lit. They changed into their school uniforms, knowing they were approaching the school harbour.

​Delaune tied an indigo-coloured ribbon around her neck, her chin held high as she observed the movements of her fingers in the reflection on the window. Eliotte struggled with his burgundy tie until eventually, he decided to let it loosely hang on the white shirt. 

​The school crest was embroidered on the left side of the uniform—two quadrangles divided in half to create four individual triangles lined with a deep shade of indigo colour. The middle triangles were touching, each of the four representing respective elements. Below were waves of the sea, while the triangle above showed clouds. The next triangle displayed a picture of two mountains, trees, and a river flowing between them. The triangle above it portrayed a bright sun shining down at the mountain scenery.

​Where is Scott? I assumed he would be back by now, Avery pondered.

​Don't know, Eliotte shrugged.

​The ship slowly descended until it came to a stop, and the corridor began to fill with students eager to disembark. Nash looked up at Scott's trunk. Whatever was going on, he was supposed to come back to change into his uniform and retrieve his Emberhound.

​Nash sighed and gently took the leash attached to the massive leather collar on Archer. The Emberhound hesitantly stood up and stretched his long legs. A tiny fire cloud escaped his mouth as he yawned.

​They made their way out of the ship, searching for a free boat that would take them to the castle.

Chapter two

​The tiny wooden boats were parked at the harbour, with some already starting to depart and carrying students aboard. They were pulled by fantastical creatures resembling a fusion of a seahorse and a unicorn. Coralhorns had vibrant, iridescent scales and a spiral horn atop their heads.

​As they approached one of the free boats, Nash saw Eliotte, the tallest of their group, towering above the heads of other students and searching for Scott with a worried look. He couldn't find him anywhere.

​The Coralhorns glided gracefully without a command and skilfully manipulated water currents by generating a gentle breeze to propel the boat forward. Their front legs, ending in fins, along with their massive caudal fin, allowed them to cover great distances in a remarkably short time. The boat swayed as waves collided with its structure, and soon they could see the emergence of the heavy white stairs from the sea.

​As the boats formed a queue, students one after another disembarked. Nash stepped onto the worn stone stairs and took in the view of the castle. It never failed to amaze her how breathtaking it looked.

​Its elegance and majesty were awe-inspiring, the white stone walls shimmering even as the sun set. Towering in the distance were soaring towers and graceful arches welcomed them back. The castle's unique architecture incorporated the elements into its walls, giving it an otherworldly appearance. Under the moonlit sky, the stars caused the stone walls to glisten. The school grounds were engulfed in darkness, while the castle seemed to radiate light, guiding the students along the path.

​Upon their arrival, they noticed a queue forming in front of the entrance, where officially dressed individuals conducted searches on the students to ensure they didn't bring any dangerous objects inside. Their uniforms were adorned with silver crimson embroidery and their long cloaks were flowing dramatically behind them.

​Who are they? Nash frowned as they waited for their turn to be searched.

​They are from the Enforcement Division—Watchmen. If you look closely, you will notice the badge, Avery pointed at the chest of the man closest to them. Nash squinted her eyes to get a better view and she was able to make out a shield intertwined with a lightning bolt on the silver metal.

​I've heard their cloaks symbolise their position, is it true? Eliotte chimed in.

​Avery nodded. Yes, Watchmen wear different colours. Midnight blue for juniors, purple for intermediates, and charcoal black for the most experienced ones.

​Nash scanned the group and noticed the dominance of midnight blue and purple. Only two of the Watchmen were cloaked in charcoal black.

​The presence of the Watchmen signalled enhanced security measures. The Institute was already protected by powerful enchantments woven into its very fabric. Concealing Enchantments made the castle and school grounds invisible and undetectable to Spectators or non-magical surveillance, keeping the school hidden from prying eyes.             

​The whole area covering the school grounds, possibly extending even further, appeared to ordinary individuals as if it was cloaked in a heavy mist. The mist seemed impenetrable, and only a few foolish souls dared to try crossing it, though they quickly regretted their decision. The fusion of air and earth powers made the mist razor-sharp upon contact while causing the air to become shallow and difficult to breathe, driving away those curious Spectators who attempted to enter.

​If anyone miraculously managed to get past the mist, the teachers would take care of the rest, and ensure they left with no recollection of the place. While using elemental powers to tamper with someone's memories was prohibited by law, the Grand Magistra was among the exceptions, as well as the Mind Modification Bureau at the Directorium.

​The Directorium served as the ruling statutory body of Elementalists' society, comprising various departments, each responsible for governing a specific area. At the pinnacle of the Directorium stood the Consortium, consisting of three elected individuals known as Chancellors. These Chancellors held immense power and greatly influenced the society's direction. Uncertainty surrounded whether they collaborated closely with the Spectators' government or if they operated independently, unaffected by events in the ordinary world.

​As Nash stepped forward, a bored-looking woman clad in a purple cloak waved her hands in complicated gestures over her. Next to her, Nash overheard Avery conversing with the Watchman assigned to her.

​The school has Magical Alarm Systems now, with Intrusion-detecting enchantments placed throughout the Institute, forming a magical shield designed to trigger alarms and alerts in case of unauthorised entry or similar suspicious activities, the Watchman explained as his hands moved through the air.

​I thought the Institute already had Anti-Detection Enchantments, Avery arched her brow.

​That's correct. However, those enchantments are meant to prevent magical detection within the Institute's grounds, a tall man in a black cloak interjected. They are here to ensure that the magical activities of the Institute remain concealed, Miss Cottet. How is your mother, if I may inquire?

​Mr Walden, Avery nodded politely, she's fine, probably relieved to have me out of the house for a few months.

​Nonsense, your mother is very proud of you, young lady, the Watchman waved his hand dismissively, and a playful spark appeared in his eyes.

​Mr Walden, were you also assigned to the school? Avery asked, while the Watchman searching her had already finished and stepped aside, not wanting to interrupt the conversation of his superior.

​I'm afraid I'm needed elsewhere after tonight; after all, evil spirits never sleep. But I'm leaving you in the capable hands of my Watchmen, although I suspect they may be redundant here given the level of protection in this place, he clasped his hands together.

​You are clear to go, the woman searching Nash motioned her to proceed inside.

​Thanks, Nash replied quietly and caught up with Eliotte as they waited for Avery who joined them a minute later. They were still looking for any sign of Scott, but he was nowhere to be seen. Nash released Arched from the leash, and he happily ran off to the part of the castle dedicated to the element of fire, where the Emberhounds felt most comfortable.

​The Everburning Lanterns, emitting a perpetual flame conjured by an Elementalist, were already lit. They cast a soft, ethereal glow that provided illumination and warmth while creating shadows on the once-white but now beige stone walls that had weathered over time. The entrance from the sea was on the opposite side of the castle's main entrance, and students slowly proceeded further inside.

​Along the way, they were greeted by Wisperlings, tiny ethereal beings resembling glowing orbs of purple and green light that flitted around the corridors. The stone walls turned bright white again once they stepped into the Foyer.

​The spectacular painting of Queen Medea hung in its heavy frame. The woman radiated a sense of grace as she was sitting on her throne, surrounded by luxurious furnishing and decor. A golden crown rested on her head in the symbolism of her royal status. Students passing by raised their fists to their hearts to show their respect to the last queen the Elementalists' nation had. 

​As they walked outside into the central courtyard, the night breeze played with their hair. Nash noticed a stray Wisperling being blown away as it left the inside with them. Avery raised her hand to summon the wind and gently guided the poor Wisperling back into the Foyer. In the distance, they could hear a high-pitched, piercing cry coming from the nearby woods. The younger students covered their ears instantly, while the older ones knew that the Maelstrom Harpy was far away enough not to pose a threat. Yet its eerie sound sent shivers down their spines nonetheless.

​The Dining Pavilion was situated in a separate building within the castle grounds, beautifully incorporating the elements into its architecture and design. Elemental-themed decorations adorned the pavilion, and the large windows offered views of the surrounding landscapes, though currently, only darkness could be seen through the glass. Adjacent to the teachers' table stood a large, ancient piano with ornamented legs, enchanted by air powers to play jazz tunes without anyone physically pressing the keys.

​Inside the pavilion, the seating was divided into five sections, each with several light wooden tables accommodating up to six people. The group split up upon entering, with Eliotte heading towards the Flamara tables, which were the farthest away. Nash chose one of the Venturi tables, situated between the Eauris and Terranis tables, where Avery settled.

​Hey stranger, how was your summer?

​A girl with long, wavy brown hair tied up with a white ribbon sat down next to Nash.

​Calla! Nash hugged her best friend. It was alright. How about you?

​Calla enthusiastically shared stories about her vacation, while the first-years were led to the back part of the Dining Pavilion, where a wall had been temporarily removed, allowing them to step outside for their sorting ceremony under the bright stars. The first-years looked nervous, not knowing what to expect.

​The sorting process itself wasn't very difficult; perhaps the nerves from being watched by the entire school were the worst part.

​When your name is called, you will approach the Crystal of House Affinity and place your hand upon its surface. Upon contact, the crystal will react to the unique magical signature of each student which activates its enchantment, instructed a tall and slender man with a long white beard, Magister Foret, as he addressed the students awaiting their sorting.

​Without looking back, he waved his hand, and a transparent crystal orb, smooth and gleaming with a swirling inner core emitting a colourful glow, flew in.

​The Crystal of House Affinity not only determines the primary elemental resonance of each student but also the dominant characteristics of their personality, Magister Foret continued.

​He should also mention that it's very unusual, but sometimes a student finds themselves more connected to an element completely different from their house's, Calla whispered. Even though their true nature requires them to be sorted within that particular house.

​Nash nodded in agreement. The inner side is argued to be even more important than one's elemental affinity, as the Institute emphasises the need to control all elements equally.

​Magister Foret cleared his throat before continuing. There are four houses in the Institute, each named after its respective patron. House Flamara represents the fire element, and students of great passion, ambition, and a strong desire to achieve something are sorted in, representing their element truthfully. They embody the very essence of flames, with a burning spirit that fuels their drive for success.

​Both Nash and Calla turned their attention towards the House Flamara tables and observed their schoolmates nodding approvingly to Magister Foret's words. Someone even raised their golden cup to concur.

​Like the flickering flames of a roaring fire, their emotions can be intense and passionate. Students of House Flamara are known for their fierce loyalty to their friends and housemates, standing united in the face of adversity. They are protectors, willing to go to great lengths to defend those they hold dear.

​Now it's our turn, Calla shifted in her seat excitedly.

​It is said that the students of House Venturi are like a gentle breeze, moving through life with a sense of freedom and an ever-present curiosity about the world around them. They have a natural inclination towards intellectual pursuits and seek knowledge and wisdom like a gentle gust of wind carries whispers of secrets. They are deep thinkers, often lost in their thoughts, contemplating the mysteries of the universe, with a keen eye for detail and a mind as expansive as the open sky.

​Hear, hear, Nash silently cheered.

​Taking after their patron, Gaia Terranis, students of House Terranis possess a grounded and steadfast nature, rooted in the strength and stability of the earth itself. They embody a sense of resilience, practicality, and a deep connection to the natural world. Their connection to the earth extends beyond academics. They have a deep appreciation for nature, often finding solace and inspiration in the beauty of the outdoors, always ready to lend a helping hand and provide support to those around them.

​The House Eauris represents the last element.

​Calla put on her most serious impression and attempted to mimic Magister Foret's deep voice. Students sorted into this house are known to have a remarkable ability to navigate life's challenges with unwavering determination and resilience. Like water, they always find a way to adapt and overcome obstacles, flowing effortlessly around any barriers in their path.

​She playfully waved her hand in a motion resembling a wave which caused Nash to stifle her laughter.

​I have the speech memorised by now, Calla whispered loudly.

​Just as a river carves its course through the landscape, they possess a quiet determination that runs deep, much like the powerful currents that shape the terrain they tread upon, Magister Foret continued, oblivious to the chatter among the older students who, like Calla, were