The air in Elaris Academy smelled of aged parchment and thunderstorms. Nestled between fog-shrouded mountains, the school’s towers spiraled into the sky like twisted fingers, their windows flickering with candlelight long after midnight. Students here didn’t study algebra or history; they learned to bend time, converse with shadows, and brew potions that could unravel memories. But the academy’s true secrets lay buried deeper than its stone foundations-specifically, in the belly of its forbidden library.

Lila had always been ordinary-a 34-year-old archivist with a quiet life, until the day a letter arrived in her mailbox, its wax seal stamped with a crescent moon. *”You’ve been sleepwalking through spells since childhood,”* it read. *”Come learn to wake up.”* She’d laughed, but by dawn, her bookshelf had rearranged itself into a doorway. Now, standing in the academy’s grand hall, she felt like a moth drawn to a flame she didn’t understand.

The headmistress, a woman with silver hair and eyes like cracked ice, warned her on the first day: *”Magic demands sacrifice. What you seek here will cost you.”* Lila nodded, but curiosity burned brighter than fear. By nightfall, she’d already broken a rule.

It started with the whispers.

The library, a cavernous space with shelves that shifted like living creatures, hummed with voices only she seemed to hear. Books here weren’t inert; they pulsed, groaned, and occasionally screamed. The librarian, a skeletal man named Elias, glared when Lila lingered too long near the Restricted Section. *”Some stories,”* he hissed, *”are better left unread.”*

But Lila had always been good at listening.

One sleepless night, she slipped past Elias’s desk and into the labyrinth of shelves. The air grew colder, the whispers louder. A slim, leather-bound volume glowed faintly on a high shelf-*”The Annals of Forgotten Magic.”* As she reached for it, the book tumbled into her hands, its pages fluttering open to reveal a portrait of a young woman with Lila’s eyes.

*”Corrine,”* the caption read. *”Student No. 207. Expunged, 1989.”*

Lila’s breath caught. Her mother’s name.

The pages that followed were a fever dream: diagrams of spells that could extract memories, notes on “unbinding” enchantments, and a single underlined phrase: *”To wield true power, one must first unravel the self.”* Scattered entries hinted at an experiment gone wrong-a ritual performed in the library’s lowest level, a “cleansing fire” that erased Corrine from every record. But why?

The answer arrived in the form of Elias, who materialized behind her, his face gaunt in the flickering torchlight. *”She tried to rewrite history,”* he said, voice trembling. *”Not just her own, but everyone’s. The headmistress stopped her, but the cost¡­”* He gestured to the walls. The stones here were scorched, their cracks oozing a faint, iridescent smoke. *”Some magic leaves scars even time can’t heal.”*

Lila’s hands shook. *”Why bring me here? Why now?”*

Elias smiled bitterly. *”The academy thrives on balance. For every secret buried, a new keeper must rise.”* He pressed a key into her palm-cold, iron, etched with runes. *”Your mother left something for you. In the vault.”*

The vault door, hidden behind a tapestry of a phoenix, creaked open to reveal a single object: a mirror, its surface black as void. When Lila touched it, the glass rippled, showing not her reflection, but a woman in a lab coat, scribbling equations in the margins of a spellbook. *”Hello, Lila,”* the figure said, without turning. *”Took you long enough.”*

The voice was her own.

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*To be continued¡­*

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