Ms. Gina wasted no time after that night. The very next morning, she came to my room carrying an old leather bag filled with unfamiliar symbols stitched in silver thread. The moment she stepped inside, the air in my room felt heavier, charged with something unseen. Even the curtains fluttered despite the windows being closed.
"Calista," she said firmly, placing the bag on my desk, "it's time to prepare you. We're leaving today."
My heart began to race. "Leaving?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "Leaving where? You can't just say that and expect me not to panic."
She gave a small, knowing smile. "You're already panicking," she said gently. "But you'll understand soon. We're going to the Immortal World."
I swallowed hard. "The... Immortal World?"
"Its name is Aetherion," she replied.
The moment the word left her lips, something inside me stirred. My chest warmed, my heartbeat shifting into an unfamiliar rhythm, as if my body itself recognized the name. I pressed a hand over my heart, confused and unsettled.
"Why does it feel like I've heard that before?" I asked.
Ms. Gina's eyes darkened slightly. "Because your soul remembers things your mind does not."
She opened the leather bag and pulled out several items, old scrolls, crystal shards glowing faintly, and a dark cloak folded neatly at the bottom. "Aetherion exists parallel to the human world," she explained. "Hidden by ancient seals and protected by immortal guardians. Humans cannot enter unless invited, and even then, their minds would not survive the truth."
She handed me the cloak. The fabric felt impossibly light, yet warm, like it was alive. The moment I touched it, glowing symbols appeared and then vanished beneath my fingers.
"This will suppress your aura," she said. "Your power is awakening too fast. Others will sense you the moment we arrive."
"Others?" I echoed. "You mean... dangerous ones?"
"Yes," she answered honestly. "And curious ones. Both can be equally dangerous."
Before I could ask more, Ms. Gina raised her hand and traced a glowing symbol in the air. The rune pulsed, humming with energy, and the floor beneath us rippled like water. I felt dizzy as the world twisted, sound fading, colors bending inward.
"Don't fight it," Ms. Gina said firmly. "Trust me."
I barely had time to nod before the world collapsed into light.
When my feet touched solid ground again, I gasped.
Before me stood a massive castle made of white stone and crystal towers that reached into a sky painted with violet, gold, and deep blue. The structure floated slightly above the ground, as if gravity had no authority here. Golden bridges connected spires suspended in the air, and glowing runes pulsed along the walls like a heartbeat.
"Welcome to Aetherion," Ms. Gina said softly. "And to Aetherion Academy."
I couldn't move. "This... this looks like something out of a legend," I whispered.
"It is a legend," she replied. "Just not a myth."
As we walked forward, my shock only grew. Immortals filled the courtyards and floating platforms, students training, sparring, and studying. One boy summoned fire that curled around his arms without burning him. Nearby, a girl controlled the wind, lifting herself into the air with a flick of her wrist. Water formed sharp blades in another arena, while someone nearby bent shadows into living shapes.
Then there were powers I couldn't name....light folding space, time slowing briefly around certain individuals, energy crackling in colors I had never seen before.
"They're students?" I asked, overwhelmed.
"Yes," Ms. Gina said. "Every immortal must train. Power without discipline leads to chaos."
I felt small standing there, my hands trembling beneath the cloak. "What if I can't do any of this?" I asked quietly. "What if I don't belong here? What if I don't have any power that won't come out?"
Ms. Gina stopped and turned to face me, placing a steady hand on my shoulder. "Calista," she said softly, "you don't just belong here. Aetherion has been waiting for you."
"For me?" I repeated.
"Yes," she said. "Your power is ancient. Different. That's why the prophecy exists.... and why Sarina's name follows you."
The massive doors of the castle slowly opened on their own, releasing a wave of warm, unfamiliar energy that made my breath catch. Something deep inside me stirred, stretching, awakening.
As I stepped inside Aetherion Academy, fear and excitement collided within me. I didn't know what awaited me beyond those doors but one thing was clear.
This world wasn't just new to me. It was home and yet, it felt like a home I had abandoned long ago.
The moment my foot crossed the threshold, a sudden rush of memories I couldn't fully grasp flashed through my mind.....laughter echoing through stone halls, the sound of my own voice calling a name I couldn't remember, and the feeling of power flowing freely through my veins without fear or doubt. I staggered slightly, clutching the edge of my cloak.
"Calista," Ms. Gina said quickly, steadying me. "The Academy is reacting to you."
"Reacting?" I whispered. "How is that even possible?"
She glanced at the towering pillars and glowing sigils above us. "Aetherion is alive in its own way," she explained. "It recognizes ancient energy. It recognizes you. They are welcoming you."
As we walked deeper into the academy, I became painfully aware of the stares. Conversations hushed. Training slowed. Some students turned fully toward us, their eyes narrowing with curiosity, amusement, inspiration, and something else I couldn't name recognition. I could feel their powers brushing against mine, testing, probing, like unseen fingers.
"Keep your focus," Ms. Gina murmured. "Do not respond to them yet. You are still new so they don't know you. But once they found out who you are, they will definetely love you."
A group of students passed by, their uniforms marked with different crests. One of them, a girl with silver eyes glowing faintly, stopped and stared at me. "That aura..." she whispered to her companion. "It feels... old and strong."
My heart pounded. "They can feel me," I said under my breath.
"Yes," Ms. Gina replied calmly. "And that is why your training must begin immediately."
She led me into a vast circular hall at the center of the academy. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, constellations moving slowly above as if the sky itself had been trapped indoors. In the middle of the room stood a crystal platform, pulsing softly.
"This is the Initiation Hall," Ms. Gina said. "Where immortals first learn what they truly are."
I stared at the platform, dread and anticipation twisting inside me. "And what happens if I fail?"
Ms. Gina met my gaze, her expression unwavering. "You won't," she said. "Because this time, Calista... you won't face it alone."
