Morning at AstraNova Academy

The sun rose lazily over the floating island of Arkenhall, casting soft golden light over the spired towers and sprawling courtyards of the Academy. The school’s protective barrier shimmered faintly in the morning light, and the soft hum of magic returning for a new day filled the air.

A bell tolled — deep, melodious, and echoing — signaling the start of the day.

Students emerged from the dormitories dressed in tailored uniforms of midnight blue and silver, each embroidered with their house crest and personal rune. Capes fluttered, boots clinked against stone floors, and sleepy murmurs filled the halls. Some students rode small dragons or flew on broomsticks across campus, while others strolled hand-in-hand with their spirit animals — from glowing foxes to shadowy crows, even a girl with a translucent butterfly perched on her shoulder.

The main hall buzzed with chatter as students gathered for breakfast. Tables realigned themselves to fit each student’s needs — tree-like seats for elves, warm-stoned ones for fire demons. Food appeared with a flicker: glowing fruits, steaming breads, and shimmering tea that changed flavor with your mood.

At the front, Headmistress Seraphiel — her wings folded neatly behind her — stood at the grand podium.

“Today is not a day for chaos. Please refrain from any unauthorized spellcasting, dragon racing, or soul-binding rituals until after lunch,” she said with a faint smirk.

Laughter rippled through the hall.

Meanwhile, a group of first-years huddled nervously by the entrance, clutching their timetables, still unsure how to navigate classes like Chrono-Weaving, Elemental Theory, or Beast Bonding 101. One student’s spirit animal — a tiny beetle with glowing eyes — climbed onto his head and squeaked in encouragement.

The day had just begun, and anything could happen at AstraNova.