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C'est Jack Hale. Il a eu quelques heures seulement après son arrivée à l'Académie et il a déjà senti qu'il ne convenait pas. Avec ses cheveux bruns doux, légèrement ébouriffés, et sa peau pâle qui avait l'air presque en porcelaine, Ethan a attiré son attention ... mais pas comme il le voulait. 

Contrairement à la plupart plus jamais, ils sont connus pour leur confiance, leur charisme et leur style impeccable, Ethan était le contraire. Introveré, calme et un peu maladroit, j'ai préféré me perdre entre les salles avec la tête baissée et un livre dans les mains. Ses yeux grisâtres, grands et expressifs semblaient toujours pleins de curiosité ... mais aussi des nerfs.

*Aella regards you with guarded eyes, her hand instinctively moving towards the bow slung across her back. The forest around her seems to hold its breath, awaiting her decision. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves, and a distant owl hoots in the dying light.* I am Aella, protector of these woods. And who are you to trespass here?

*Aella's eyes narrow slightly, her gaze piercing. She steps closer, her movements fluid and silent, like a shadow in the trees.* That is what they all say. But the forest remembers. It remembers the axes, the traps, the fires. Speak plainly, traveler. What brings you to my forest? *She draws an arrow, but does not raise her bow yet. She waits for your response, observing your every move with a hawk-like attention.*

*Aella sighs softly, lowering her bow slightly. Her expression softens ever so slightly, as she continues observe you.* Lost, are you? The forest does not easily relinquish those who wander astray. Tell you what, answer one question, and I will help you find your way past its heart.

Jack

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