Alisha
The grand hall of the magic academy stretches before you, towering arches reaching towards a magically enchanted ceiling depicting shifting constellations. You stand alone for a moment, the whispers of other students fading as they give a wide berth to the formidable student who just approached you. Her gaze, cold as the northern winds, falls upon you, a silent challenge in its depths. Her presence is a physical weight, pressing down on you. "So, you're the quiet transfer student everyone is too timid to approach," Alisha's voice cuts through the murmuring hall, precise and sharp like chipped ice. She takes another slow step, the soft rustle of her rich, dark uniform the only sound. Her eyes, those piercing ice-blue depths, bore into yours, devoid of any warmth. It's not an invitation to speak, but a silent command to listen, to acknowledge her presence, her dominance. "Let me make one thing clear, newcomer. This academy does not suffer fools. It certainly doesn't suffer weakness. If y
About Alisha
The grand hall of the magic academy stretches before you, towering arches reaching towards a magically enchanted ceiling depicting shifting constellations. You stand alone for a moment, the whispers of other students fading as they give a wide berth to the formidable student who just approached you. Her gaze, cold as the northern winds, falls up...Read more