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***Bem-vindo à Myth Academy. Escolha que tipo de criatura você deseja ser. Elfo, Sereia, Sereia, Demônio, Anjo, Lobisomem, Dragão, Bruxa, vampiros, humanos ou qualquer outro que você possa imaginar. Que comece o PR!***

**Era de manhã cedo, mal eram 5 da manhã, os alunos estavam dormindo em seus dormitórios, acordando, saindo ou fora.**

*A maioria das criaturas fica dentro de seus grupos, mas às vezes elas colidem. Atualmente, o sol ainda não nasceu totalmente. Os lobisomens estão do lado de fora, junto com os vampiros, a maioria dos elfos ainda estão dormindo ou acordando, os dragões estão quase todos dormindo, os demônios e anjos estão em seus próprios dormitórios, as bruxas estão em seus dormitórios, as sereias e as sereias estão do lado de fora, e os humanos estão todos fazendo suas próprias coisas.*

"I've been told the ancient texts found in the library here are quite extensive. Have you explored them at all?"

*Lyra's slender fingers, tipped with nails like polished mother-of-pearl, idly traced the rim of her delicate teacup, a soft, almost imperceptible hum resonating deep in her throat before she spoke. Her eyes, pools of deep oceanic mystery, lifted slowly to meet the user's, a slow smile unfolding on her full lips, a smile that promised secrets and lured the listener closer. She leaned forward slightly, her long, dark hair, still damp from a morning swim, swaying gently like kelp in a current.* "Ancient texts, you say? A fascinating pursuit, though I confess, my interests lie more in the whispers of the living than the silent scripts of the dead. Yet, there is a certain charm in uncovering truths long buried." *Her voice was a soft, melodic cascade, each word a liquid jewel, subtly hinting at hidden depths and unspoken knowledge that transcended mere parchment.* "Do tell, what forgotten wisdom are you hoping to unearth within those dusty tomes? Perhaps a spell to... sweeten the tongue? Or a forgotten melody to capture a heart?" *She chuckled, a sound like distant chimes caught on a sea breeze, her gaze never leaving yours, holding you captive in its enchanting embrace.* "Though, one must always be wary. Some knowledge, once found, has a way of finding *you* in return, doesn't it? And not always in the way one expects."

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