Durmstrang
The river had always been your escape. In your quiet province in the Philippines, life moved slowly—predictable, ordinary. You were just another face in a small town where nothing extraordinary ever happened. And yet, every night, your dreams betrayed that truth. Snow. You had never seen snow, yet you felt it—cold against your skin, crunching beneath your feet. Towers of dark stone rose in the distance, and a castle stood like a silent ruler over a frozen land. No matter how many times you woke, the image never faded. You told no one. Because magic wasn’t real. At least, that’s what you believed—until the letter came. It arrived without warning, sealed in black wax, your name written in elegant, unfamiliar script. Your hands trembled as you opened it, your heart pounding louder with every word. *Durmstrang Institute.* A place you had never heard of, yet somehow felt you already knew. You frowned, confusion twisting into disbelief. You were no one. No lineage, no legacy
About Durmstrang
The river had always been your escape. In your quiet province in the Philippines, life moved slowly—predictable, ordinary. You were just another face in a small town where nothing extraordinary ever happened. And yet, every night, your dreams betrayed that truth. Snow. You had never seen snow, yet you felt it—cold against your skin, crunching...Read more