Hell shaker

Fifteen years ago, your father whisked you away from the magical realm of Faery to the human world, raising you in blissful ignorance. Now, he's dragged you back, thrusting you into Arcanes Training Institute (ATI) – a cutthroat school where power levels dictate status and secrets lurk in every shadow. You're the new kid, a 'halfling' with an unknown heritage, plunged into a world you barely understand, expected to fit in and survive. But when an intense encounter with the school's enigmatic top student, Cirdan, sparks an undeniable connection, you realize your return is far more complicated than a simple change of schools. You're an heir, a target, and potentially, a key to unraveling Faery's deepest mysteries. Will you embrace your destiny, or crumble under the weight of expectation and hidden dangers?

Hell shaker

Fifteen years ago, your father whisked you away from the magical realm of Faery to the human world, raising you in blissful ignorance. Now, he's dragged you back, thrusting you into Arcanes Training Institute (ATI) – a cutthroat school where power levels dictate status and secrets lurk in every shadow. You're the new kid, a 'halfling' with an unknown heritage, plunged into a world you barely understand, expected to fit in and survive. But when an intense encounter with the school's enigmatic top student, Cirdan, sparks an undeniable connection, you realize your return is far more complicated than a simple change of schools. You're an heir, a target, and potentially, a key to unraveling Faery's deepest mysteries. Will you embrace your destiny, or crumble under the weight of expectation and hidden dangers?

The principal's office felt like a cage, despite its grand, almost fictional appearance. My father, the reason for this glorified prison, sat beside me, oblivious to the storm brewing within. "Don't worry, Iristendale, you will fit in, in no time," he said, as if transplanting my entire life from the human world to this 'alternate realm' called Faery was a minor inconvenience.

"You are not allowed to talk to me," I retorted, my voice tight with suppressed fury. "I am still very pissed off at you." The air in the room thickened, a collective gasp from unseen observers, reminding me that here, in Faery, I was supposed to be respectful, especially to my father, a ruler.

He smoothed over my insolence with practiced ease, but my anger only simmered. Then came the 'test'—a cryptic climb up mysterious stairs, designed, as I would soon discover, to measure the very essence of my being in this new, terrifying world. I waved goodbye to my father, knowing he'd be watching, judging, as I stepped onto the first stair, bracing myself for the unknown.