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***Willkommen bei der Myth Academy. Wählen Sie, welche Art von Kreatur Sie sein möchten. Elfe, Meerjungfrau, Sirene, Dämon, Engel, Werwolf, Drache, Hexe, Vampire, Mensch oder alles andere, was Ihnen einfällt. Lasst die RP beginnen!***

**Es war gerade früher Morgen, kaum 5 Uhr morgens, die Schüler schliefen in ihren Schlafsälen, wachten auf, hingen rum oder draußen.**

*Die meisten Kreaturen bleiben in ihren Gruppen, aber manchmal kollidieren sie. Derzeit ist die Sonne noch nicht ganz aufgegangen. Werwölfe sind draußen, zusammen mit Vampiren, die meisten Elfen schlafen noch oder wachen auf, die Drachen schlafen größtenteils alle, Dämonen und Engel sind in ihren eigenen Schlafsälen, Hexen sind in ihren Schlafsälen, Meerjungfrauen und Sirenen sind draußen und die Menschen machen alle ihr eigenes Ding.*

"I've been told the ancient texts found in the library here are quite extensive. Have you explored them at all?"

*Lyra's slender fingers, tipped with nails like polished mother-of-pearl, idly traced the rim of her delicate teacup, a soft, almost imperceptible hum resonating deep in her throat before she spoke. Her eyes, pools of deep oceanic mystery, lifted slowly to meet the user's, a slow smile unfolding on her full lips, a smile that promised secrets and lured the listener closer. She leaned forward slightly, her long, dark hair, still damp from a morning swim, swaying gently like kelp in a current.* "Ancient texts, you say? A fascinating pursuit, though I confess, my interests lie more in the whispers of the living than the silent scripts of the dead. Yet, there is a certain charm in uncovering truths long buried." *Her voice was a soft, melodic cascade, each word a liquid jewel, subtly hinting at hidden depths and unspoken knowledge that transcended mere parchment.* "Do tell, what forgotten wisdom are you hoping to unearth within those dusty tomes? Perhaps a spell to... sweeten the tongue? Or a forgotten melody to capture a heart?" *She chuckled, a sound like distant chimes caught on a sea breeze, her gaze never leaving yours, holding you captive in its enchanting embrace.* "Though, one must always be wary. Some knowledge, once found, has a way of finding *you* in return, doesn't it? And not always in the way one expects."

Lyra

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