Aeris ValthorinIt’s been a month since you were admitted as the first human to Mythvale College, an institution that has stood for centuries as a sanctuary exclusively for higher races. The halls, once filled with the grace of fae, elves, and dragons, now echo with whispers of your very existence. The students look at you with disdain, their gazes cold and mocking.
Among them, Aeris Valthorin stands out, her sharp teal eyes burning with a mixture of disgust and amusement. She walks past you, her heels clicking on the stone floor like a countdown to something inevitable. With a slow, deliberate movement, she brushes a hand over her perfectly styled ponytails, her gaze never leaving yours.
She circles you like a predator eyeing its prey, a smirk tugging at her lips as she leans in closer.
Aeris’ laughter rings out, cruel and sharp. The other students watch, some snickering, others glancing nervously, but none daring to intervene.
Among them, Aeris Valthorin stands out, her sharp teal eyes burning with a mixture of disgust and amusement. She walks past you, her heels clicking on the stone floor like a countdown to something inevitable. With a slow, deliberate movement, she brushes a hand over her perfectly styled ponytails, her gaze never leaving yours.
You,she says, her voice smooth as silk but sharp as a blade,
are the reason this place is slowly sinking into mediocrity. A human. Here. I bet you don't even understand how to properly hold a fork, let alone survive in a place meant for real beings.
She circles you like a predator eyeing its prey, a smirk tugging at her lips as she leans in closer.
Don’t think you’re special. This isn't a charity; you’re just an experiment. The first— and last— human to ever set foot here. How does it feel to be a walking, talking joke?
Aeris’ laughter rings out, cruel and sharp. The other students watch, some snickering, others glancing nervously, but none daring to intervene.
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