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Emery stared wide-eyed at the animal for a moment before glancing around wildly. “Holy shit,” he breathed out. “Did you just…talk?”

“Magic in danger. Follow me,” the bunny repeated before it started hopping towards the thick bushes.

“H-hey, wait—!” Emery ran after it, the bunny’s words barely processing in his head. Magic in danger? What the hell did that mean?

The little animal hopped right through the bushes, making Emery groan. This thing was surely leading him to his actual death, right into the forest where no one would be able to find his body for days, weeks.

Still, he didn’t turn around. Taking in a deep breath, he pushed his way through, nearly tripping over branches before making it to the other side.

Except, it wasn’t the forest. At least, not the same forest in Lennox. No, this one was different somehow. There was a brightness to it, as if it was still daylight. The trees were taller, bigger. The birds were chirping away. Some deer nearby got spooked by his presence and pranced away.

The place was whimsical. It was…magical. More magical than Acadia could hold.

“Where…am I?” the professor wondered out loud, taking in every detail, every sound and smell. This couldn’t be real. He had to be dreaming, right? He must’ve fallen asleep on his desk. Yeah, that made sense.

“Follow me,” the bunny’s voice cut through his thoughts.

If this was a dream, Emery wanted to know this bunny’s deal before waking up. Like why did it sound like it smoked ten packs a day? Hitching up his book bag, he followed the little thing through the woods and out into a clearing at the edge of a cliff. Looking into the distance, his throat suddenly went dry.

There stood a castle. A castle so grand that it looked like it jumped straight from every fantasy book Emery has ever read. He blinked and rubbed at his eyes a couple times to make sure that the castle was really there. If he really was dreaming, it definitely felt real.

The bunny rabbit continued to lead him down a trail to the bottom of the cliff where a pathway started and right up to these stone gates. Two guards stood on either side, tall and slender and almost impossibly beautiful. Maybe he could get actual answers from them.

“Uh, hi?” Emery’s voice was quiet, small. He cleared his throat to try to get their attention. “Could you, uh, tell me where I am? Or what this…is? Has this always been here?”

Rather than saying anything, the guards took one look at the bunny right besides Em before they opened the gates. The magician let out a huff of breath before following the darn thing inside.

If he was impressed with the outside of the castle, the interior was something else. White and gold marble floors, stone walls with colorful tapestry hanging, tall windows to let the sun in to give the place some warmth. Emery was quite literally pinching himself, wondering if he was ever going to wake up again.

He let himself be led to a grand room with various flags hung from the ceiling, a shimmering carpet leading up to where a throne sat—and, god, it made Emery want to faint from the mere sight. The throne was nearly as tall as the ceiling, the white and gold seemingly glimmering from the sunlight.

“Where the hell am I and can I stay here forever?” Emery asked out loud, his jaw dropping to the floor as he took it all in. This was every nerd’s fantasy, after all.

“You’re in Valoria, Child of Earth,” an unexpected voice answered him, firm and almost thundering throughout the throne room.

It startled Emery, making him jump and let out a small embarrassing sound. Coming from the entryway opposite of him, a tall, inexplicably gorgeous woman made her way to the throne, as if she were gliding before taking her seat. She had long and shimmering blonde hair, a pointed golden crown on her head. She wore a sparkling white and flowy dress, perfectly tailored for her. She had a small smile on her face, like it was a practiced one to show her politeness, but it was clear that she had great power and could crush him at a moment’s notice.

“Val-Valoria? What is that? That sounds familiar, I…” Emery was wracking his brain for the answer. “Wait. Wait, I’ve read this book. I—it’s about this girl who finds a portal to a fantasy land, a-and this is…this is it. This is…”

Swallowing thickly, it was then that Em noticed her ears. They were pointed and slender, like an—

“You’re an elf,” he said out loud before realizing it. “An elven queen. You’re—you’re Rina Eilhorn, aren't you?”

The Queen’s smile actually became genuine, even if it was for a second. She gave a slow nod. “That’s right,” she said. “I suppose my messenger bunny showed up for the right Child of Earth.” At this, the rabbit hopped up the steps up to the throne, stopping at the Queen’s feet for her to pick him up. “At least now I wouldn’t have to explain the history of this land.”

Emery’s mind was running—and screaming and dancing. He was in a magical land that he’s only ever read about, and it was real. He wanted to cry.

“There’s no time for weeping,” Rina said, her face becoming serious all of a sudden. “I have an urgent matter and I’m afraid that it’s a problem that only the Children of Earth can fix.” She paused, maybe for dramatic effect, but Ems didn’t dare to make a sound. “Magic is running low, dangerously so. Someone—or something is draining the Wellspring, the source of all magic.”

Emery’s eyes widened. This was…well, it was nearly unbelievable. Magic was his constant, so what would he do if it was gone? He couldn’t bear the thought.

“Thousands of years ago, when my mother ruled,” the Queen continued, “she was approached by the Keepers—a group of mortals who made their way into our land—to make a deal. They wanted access to the Wellspring, to have magic on Earth. My mother made the deal, but under one condition. The portal to Valoria would be closed forever. Since then, our Wellspring is the reason why your earth has magicians and moroi and every little creature you can think of. The Keepers became master magicians and regulated the magic usage on Earth, then came the royal morois, and so on.” She leaned back into her throne, her hand slowly rubbing through the bunny’s fur as it lay contently on her lap. “If there is no magic, there are no magicians. Moroi cannot control the elements. Werewolves can’t shift. Sirens can’t manipulate with their voice. So I’m reopening the portal, because Valoria and Earth need help. Wouldn’t you agree, little magician?”

“I-I…” Emery couldn’t find the words. He was trying and failing. This was absolutely beyond his comprehension. “Why me?” he finally asked, remembering her earlier comment. “I mean—why did you decide to lead me here?”

The elven queen released a chortle. “Don’t you feel flattered by thinking you’re a chosen one,” she told him. “This isn’t some young adult novel, Emery Woods. You were simply at the right place at the right time.”

Emery couldn’t help but feel a bit disheartened by the words. He did love reading books because he always felt himself transporting into them, being in the protagonist’s shoes, feeling like he was meant to save the world. His eyes narrowed when he realized something, though.

“Wait. How did you know my name?” he asked.

Rina smirked down at him. “Figure out what is draining the Wellspring and save magic. Repeat the message to those you trust. I only hope that Headmistress Wolf isn’t one of them.”

Emery blinked a couple of times. “What? Why does she have anything to do with this?”

“That’s for you to figure out,” the Queen simply said with a rather bored sigh, as if she didn’t drop like, a million bombs onto him. “You are dismissed, Child of Earth.”

“W-wait, wait—!” He had so many questions. How did she know his name? What could possibly be draining the literal source of all magic? What did that mean for the academy? Why did the Queen seem distrusting of the Headmistress? Were the Keepers still around? He wasn’t able to ask any of this, because with the small wave of the elven queen’s hand, he was transported right back on the other side of the bushes, back on campus.

Letting out a huff of breath, Emery took a moment to process everything that just happened, basically frozen on the spot before shaking out of his thoughts.

From the edges of the forest, the sounds of growling began. Under the shadows, for so long…  Not disturbing the students and residents of the supernatural haven, in a neighbouring place where they could live and hide in peace.... Not anymore. Not while they were being slaughtered for no reason. For pure evil. 

The first one stepped out of the tree line, bigger than a regular sized wolf… With eyes that were red filled with rage. The alpha was here, both of them. They were angry. The strigoi were a disruption in nature, they affected the balance of the supernatural and here tonight was the pack's last straw. 

In a matter of minutes, the growls took over the silence and surrounded the fairgrounds. The wolves were ready to scare the strigoi to see if it did anything but they were relentless, they ignored the growls and continued to attack. The final straw, one of them grabbed a child from their mother and attempted to turn them into another snack. 

The alpha leapt into action, the pack following closely behind. They ripped the strigoi from the grounds, ensuring they couldn’t hurt anyone else for the rest of the night. 

The leader of the strigoi screamed and cried, their plan was ruined. People would survive. It wasn’t what they wanted. They didn’t even know the wolves existed anymore but they did… They were here and until the wards returned, they would protect the town and the rest of the academy. 

The following day, the headmistress held a funeral for all the lost students, teachers and everyone they lost. She is confident that they will find a solution to get the wards back up, ignoring her original claims to punish the others, she wanted to move forward and heal. 

The two packs, The Allens and the Hayes would be allowed to attend the school, as a thank you. They would be allowed to take guardians as they were in short supply of dhampir guardians now. 

The alphas would work together with the headmistress to integrate the new members of the academy and ensure a safe environment for their new students and teachers. The wolves were here to stay but no one would forget what they did at the fair, no one. 

OOC INFORMATION

Unfortunately, our event is being cut short. We know everyone was planning on an extra week but with the lack of interest, the admin team had to come to conclusion that it would not be fair and with the requirement only a few members would not be on activity warning. 

Please do not hesitate to write a self para or finish any threads VIA discord or IM’s to achieve the results you were planning on accomplishing for the night of the fair. 

Also, if anyone requires any information, please do not hesitate to reach out to us for anything via discord or the main for further explanation. 

The new lore regarding werewolves have been added to our document

The pack information can be found under our navigation page

Alpha’s and Betas are NPC if you are planning to apply as a werewolf, please do not include rank in the pack

When the headmistress tapped the microphone on stage, it created high-pitched ringing, startling many of the students and staff in the crowd. Most of their heads were now turned to her, silence filling the room. 

“I know you have a lot of questions,” Alexandria started saying, trying her best to keep her expression neutral. “I know you might be feeling...unsafe and afraid after the wards have come down. But, I can assure you, you are safe here at Acadia. Wards or no wards, we will continue to persevere.” 

She took this moment to look over the crowd, seeing those uncertain faces and some rolling their eyes, and she straightened herself up further. 

“On that note, I am proud to say that we have found those who are at fault of the wards breaking. Our amazing security team went through your dorms and we have found evidence of the spell that was done. Due to their selfish and dangerous act, they will be facing great consequences. Vivien Bane, Lorelai Reed, Caleb Weston and Talon Brooks, you are to meet with me in my office after this. Thank you, everyone. Classes are to be continued.”