Magus Meet
Dear Diary,
Today has been a day filled with strange encounters and unspoken tensions. As the evening approached, Barrel and I embarked on our journey to the Xenon Tower, where Headmistress Morgana had instructed me to meet her. The walk to the tower was shrouded in an uncomfortable silence, with Barrel’s demeanor suggesting an underlying anger that I couldn’t quite comprehend. It seemed as though he harbored resentment towards those of us who belonged to the chambers, viewing us as heartless elites. His silence weighed heavily on me, as I struggled to bridge the gap between us and understand the source of his animosity. I tried to engage him in conversation, but he remained aloof, refusing to acknowledge my questions.
Upon reaching the gate of the Xenon Tower, we were met by the same creepy dwarf who had greeted me before. His gaze bore into Barrel with a fierce intensity, as if accusing him of some transgression. Despite his hostile demeanor, the dwarf bowed to me respectfully and opened the door for us to enter.
Stepping into the tower, I was greeted by a starkly different scene from my previous visit. The room was dimly lit and filled with mirrors, casting eerie reflections that seemed to distort reality itself. Headmistress Morgana, along with Professor Xorki, Professor Saga, Lilith, and Aric, were already assembled in the room, their expressions a mix of solemnity and anticipation.
Barrel’s presence seemed to incite a palpable tension in the air, evident in the steely glares exchanged between him and Headmistress Morgana. Without a word, Barrel bowed and silently departed from the room, leaving me feeling unsettled by the unspoken conflict that hung in the air.
Headmistress Morgana wasted no time in addressing Lilith and Aric, inquiring if they were prepared for the upcoming event. Aric’s demeanor betrayed a hint of reluctance, though he masked it with a facade of enthusiasm, perhaps under the influence of his father’s guidance.
After following Headmistress Morgana to the antique mirror, we descended down a staircase into a tunnel. The air was heavy with the scent of death, but I pushed aside my unease and continued onward with the others.
Emerging from the tunnel, we found ourselves in a vast hall filled with students from various schools. The atmosphere was lively, with music and laughter filling the air. In the center of the hall, an object was shrouded in a large, shimmering black cloth, piquing my curiosity.
As I entered the party, I couldn’t shake the feeling that all eyes were on me, as if I were something out of the ordinary. Students approached me, offering greetings and curious glances, though I couldn’t fathom why. Despite the bustling activity around me, I couldn’t help but yearn for the familiar presence of my parents, hoping to dispel the lingering doubts in my mind.
However, my search for solace was interrupted by the approach of Mr. Black, a figure of authority within the school. He exchanged words with Headmistress Morgana before she departed with Professor Saga, leaving me alone in Mr. Black’s company.
In that moment of solitude, I couldn’t resist the urge to inquire about my parents. Mr. Black assured me that they were well, offering a glimmer of reassurance amidst my uncertainty. Despite his cryptic response, I found a measure of comfort in his words, clinging to the hope that I would soon be reunited with my family.
As Mr. Black departed, leaving me to ponder his enigmatic words, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there were secrets lurking beneath the surface, waiting to be unveiled. With each passing moment, I found myself drawn deeper into the mysteries of this extraordinary place, unsure of what revelations awaited me.
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