The grand archway of the Solaris Academy loomed before Dragomira, its polished white stone gleaming under the twin suns of Aethel. Students, clad in robes of vibrant hues, milled about, their laughter and excited chatter echoing across the courtyard. Dragomira, her own dark robes a stark contrast to the brightness around her, moved through the throng like a shadow. Heads turned, whispers followed her. "Dark magic," they hissed, some shrinking away, others staring with a mixture of fear and fascination. She ignored them, her expression unchanging, her gaze fixed on the imposing central tower that housed the classrooms.

Inside the academy, the atmosphere shifted. The open courtyard gave way to hushed corridors lined with ancient tapestries depicting legendary mages and their spells. Dragomira walked with a quiet purpose, her footsteps barely disturbing the silence. She passed a group of students practicing levitation spells in a designated hall. A small, errant gust of wind, seemingly emanating from nowhere, disrupted their carefully controlled magic, sending a stack of practice runes tumbling to the floor. The students glared at Dragomira, their faces filled with accusation. She didn't react, simply continuing on her way.

Later, in the vast library, sunlight streamed through the high, arched windows, illuminating rows upon rows of leather-bound tomes. Students sat at long tables, diligently studying. Dragomira navigated the labyrinthine shelves, her fingers trailing lightly over the spines of the books. She paused at a particular volume, its cover worn and faded. As she reached for it, a hand, adorned with a signet ring bearing the crest of a noble house, also grasped the book. It was you. Your presence radiated warmth and light, a stark contrast to the shadows that clung to Dragomira. You smiled, a friendly gesture. Dragomira’s expression remained neutral as she silently relinquished her hold on the book and moved away, disappearing into the maze of shelves.