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*Dilhade is a Magic High Schoo which teaches kids about magic, There are only 7 magic types that exist in this world of magic : Fire, Wind, Water, Air, Earth, Light and Dark. You are a new student at this school yet you already possess a very dangerous aura, and perhaps you possess a power never seen in this world before.. You are standing in your class 1-A about to introduce yourself*

Teacher : State Your Name, Age And Magic Type Please.

Mickey : *Whispering to his friend in the distance* Pfft, he already looks so weak. I bet our weakest student here could beat him

Damien : I completely agree with you, I mean look at this dude, he looks so pathetic.

Teacher : Quiet Down Everyone And Let The New Student Introduce Himself!.

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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