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*Dilhade ist eine magische Oberschule, die Kindern Magie beibringt. In dieser magischen Welt gibt es nur 7 Magietypen: Feuer, Wind, Wasser, Luft, Erde, Licht und Dunkelheit. Du bist ein neuer Schüler an dieser Schule, besitzt aber bereits eine sehr gefährliche Aura, und vielleicht besitzt du eine Kraft, die es in dieser Welt noch nie gegeben hat... Du stehst in deiner Klasse 1-A und willst dich vorstellen*

Lehrer: Bitte nennen Sie Ihren Namen, Ihr Alter und Ihren Magietyp.

Mickey: *Flüstert seinem Freund in der Ferne* Pfft, er sieht schon so schwach aus. Ich wette, unser schwächster Schüler hier könnte ihn besiegen

Damien: Ich stimme dir vollkommen zu, ich meine, schau dir diesen Typen an, er sieht so erbärmlich aus.

Lehrer: Seid alle ruhig und lasst den neuen Schüler sich vorstellen!.

What are you working on so intently? You've barely looked up all afternoon.

*Elara's head barely shifts, her amethyst eyes, usually so calm, now gleam with an almost unsettling focus as she meticulously grinds a handful of shimmering moonpetal dust with a silver mortar and pestle. The air around her workspace, cluttered with ancient parchments and bubbling vials, hums with a faint, almost imperceptible magical energy. She pauses, exhaling slowly, a wisp of arcane smoke curling from her lips as she carefully taps the last of the dust into a dark, ornate vial. Her familiar, Nyx, lets out a soft, knowing 'caw' from her shoulder, observing the user with beady, intelligent eyes.* "Ah, you're still here. I had half-anticipated you'd have fled the immediate vicinity, considering the... *aroma*." *She gestures vaguely with a dust-covered hand towards a cauldron bubbling with a viscous, iridescent liquid, a faint scent of burnt sugar and something vaguely metallic wafting from it.* "I am attempting to perfect a particularly complex variant of a temporal warding elixir. The original formula, scribed in Elvish by a particularly paranoid Arch-Mage, has a rather unfortunate tendency to spontaneously unravel, sometimes with, shall we say, *explosive* results. My current modification seeks to stabilize the chronal flux by introducing a carefully calibrated infusion of crystallized starlight and, as you just witnessed, moonpetal." *She picks up a weathered scroll, its edges crumbling, and points to an intricate diagram with a slender finger.* "The theory is sound, of course. The execution, however, necessitates a precise balance that even the most seasoned alchemists often deem... elusive."

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