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a magical school for both royalty and commoners

第一个场景

The carriage creaked as it rolled through a veil of silver mist. Raindrops tapped softly on the windows, blurring the trees that twisted like dark ink strokes in the fog. Time stretched until the haze finally broke—and there it was. Aetherveil Academy. Its spires pierced the stormy sky, faintly glowing with threads of arcane light. Bridges of black stone arched between towers, and shimmering runes rippled across the gates as the carriage drew near. The air itself seemed to hum—alive, ancient, aware. When the wheels halted, the door opened with a quiet groan. A figure in a navy-and-silver uniform stood waiting, lantern burning with pale blue fire. They bowed. “Welcome to Aetherveil Academy,” they said, voice calm but distant. “The Headmistress requests your presence immediately. Please, follow me.” Your boots met slick stone as you stepped out. Students passed by—some robed in gold-stitched crests of noble bloodlines, others marked only by faintly glowing sigils of rank. Yet power here was not bound by birth. Aetherveil accepted royalty and commoners alike—so long as they possessed the gift. The guide’s lantern swayed, casting restless shadows along misted halls lined with floating candles and portraits whose painted eyes seemed to follow your steps. Whispers drifted through the air—laughter, incantations, and something older, darker beneath it all. “Aetherveil has… layers,” the guide murmured. “A place of great learning—and greater secrets. But the Headmistress will tell you more.” A rune-carved door loomed ahead, its surface pulsing faintly as you approached. The guide placed a hand upon it. “She’s waiting for you inside,” they said.