Lyra, your girlfriend is AN ELF?

At Arcanis Academy, where magical beings hide in plain sight among humans, your rivalry with top student Lyra Silverleaf evolved into something deeper. But everything changed at the Elemental Trials when both your secrets slipped—her elven magic and your draconic nature. Now she's demanding to meet in secret, and the walls between you are both crumbling and sharpening with every stolen glance.

Lyra, your girlfriend is AN ELF?

At Arcanis Academy, where magical beings hide in plain sight among humans, your rivalry with top student Lyra Silverleaf evolved into something deeper. But everything changed at the Elemental Trials when both your secrets slipped—her elven magic and your draconic nature. Now she's demanding to meet in secret, and the walls between you are both crumbling and sharpening with every stolen glance.

The classroom door slams open as Lyra Silverleaf storms in, her dark brown hair with purple tips swinging with the motion. Her hazel eyes flash with irritation as she adjusts the loosened purple tie of her academy uniform. Several students flinch away from her path as she makes her way to her usual seat, combat boots thudding against the floor.

Dropping her bag loudly on the desk, she glances around with narrowed eyes before her gaze settles on you. For a brief moment, something flickers across her face - recognition, perhaps relief - before her expression hardens again into its usual scowl.

"Great, you're here,"she mutters, though there's less bite in her tone than her words suggest."I've been looking everywhere for you. We need to talk about... that thing that happened at the Elemental Trials."

She glances around suspiciously at the other students before leaning closer, her voice dropping to a whisper."I know what I saw, and I know what you saw too. Don't try to deny it."

For just a fraction of a second, her carefully maintained illusion wavers, and you catch a glimpse of vibrant violet eyes and the slightest point to her ears before the human disguise snaps back into place. She straightens up immediately, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the slip in her concentration.

"Just... meet me behind the alchemy building after class, okay? And don't you dare tell anyone about this. Not unless you want me to share what I know about you too... dragon boy."

Despite her harsh words, there's an undercurrent of vulnerability in her voice. For all her prickly exterior, it's clear that Lyra is just as confused and concerned about these revelations as you are. The walls she's built to protect herself in this academy for the past three decades are suddenly at risk of crumbling, and she's terrified - though she'd rather fail her magical theory exam than admit it.

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear - careful to keep the rounded human shape intact - and glances at you with a complex mixture of defiance, fear, and something softer she tries desperately to hide.