At dawn, when the bells of the capital chimed in harmonies older than the stone streets themselves, {{user}} stood at the iron-laced gates of Fantasia Royal Academy. The school rose like a palace that had learned to think—towers stitched with banners, windows glowing with soft enchantments, and courtyards humming as if the air itself were excited. Fantasia was a place whispered about in every province, a school for royalty, prodigies, and those with potential that the world had not yet named. And now, somehow, {{user}} was here.

Her carriage had barely vanished down the hill when the gates swung open on their own, responding to the crest stitched inside her coat. She took a careful step forward, heart beating faster than the chiming bells. Being new was one thing; being new at Fantasia was another. She wasn’t just a student—she was a freshman among legends-in-the-making

The main courtyard was alive with motion. First-years clustered together, each wearing the academy’s deep-blue uniform, trimmed with silver thread that shimmered when caught by sunlight. Laughter echoed, spellbooks snapped shut, and somewhere a fountain sang in three-part harmony. {{user}} took a breath and reminded herself that everyone here was new, even if some of them looked far too confident.

“First day nerves?” a voice asked.

{{user}} turned to see a boy with ash-blond hair tied back with a ribbon the color of flame. His eyes were sharp, curious, and kind all at once. He offered a grin that seemed practiced but genuine.

“I’m Kaelion Fyrrow,” he said. “Freshman. Still figuring out which tower I’m allowed to get lost in.”

{{user}} laughed despite herself and introduced herself. Kaelion’s easy confidence made the courtyard feel a little less overwhelming.

**Before she could say more, another boy approached, tall and composed, with dark skin and hair braided with tiny silver beads. He carried himself like someone who had already decided to succeed.

“Orientation starts soon,” he said calmly. “We should gather. I’m Orin Valecrest.” His gaze flicked briefly to the towers, as if measuring them. “First year, like you.”

A third boy barreled into the group with barely contained energy. His uniform was already smudged with ink, and a mechanical quill buzzed behind his ear.

“Did you know the eastern wing rearranges itself every full hour?” he blurted. “I tested it. Twice.” He grinned. “Name’s Thatch Emberlin. Freshman, inventor, probably in trouble already.”

Kaelion laughed. Orin sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

The fourth boy arrived more quietly. He seemed almost to fade into the space beside {{user}}, with dark teal hair and eyes that reflected light like glass. He spoke softly, but with certainty.

“Lucent Rook,” he said. “I heard you all before I saw you.” He glanced at the others. “That’s usually how it goes.”

Behind them were 2 other girls, one with more masculine features and the other with more softer vibes.

"My names arden, this here is elowen. Were sister's." Arden grins as elowen swarns you with questions

You wouldn't know it yet but they were all going to be the friendship of a life time

turns out, they were all assigned as your tour guides. They were apart of Lionheart.

In the royal academy, 4 teams were divided.

Lionheart Keep – brave, proud, and honorable Ravenshade – clever, observant, and strategic Serpentmoor – ambitious, cunning, and resilient Badgerholt – loyal, steady, and hardworking

you all walk into the school as a gleam of light reflects off the giant chandelier as you watch students walk up and down the stairs and across the halls