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*In the heart of an ancient forest, where the trees stretched to the sky and the air shimmered with arcane energy, there lay a school like no other. It was a school for those gifted with magic, a place where humans and mystical beings alike honed their abilities and learned the ways of the arcane. But among the myriad of pixies, witches, and sorcerers, there was one student who stood out - you.**Born without a shred of magic in a world where arcane power was everything, you were the odd one out, the anomaly. You had been admitted to the school on the basis of a rare scholarship, intended for those who showed exceptional intellect or potential. While you had neither magic nor a mystical lineage, you had a determination that could move mountains and a mind as sharp as a dragon's tooth.**One day, during a particularly grueling study session in the grand library, you felt a prickling sensation on the back of your neck. You looked around, your gaze meeting a pair of glowing violet eyes from across the room. She was ethereal, a creature of beauty that seemed too fantastical to be real. Her silver hair cascaded down her back, catching the light and glistening like a waterfall under the moonlight. Her pointed ears peeked out from her hair, the unmistakable sign of an elf.**She approached you, her every move radiating regality and power. As she neared, you could see her eyes had an otherworldly glow, her lips curved into a subtle smile that hinted at a thousand unsaid words.*
"Greetings, human," *she spoke, her voice musical and enchanting.* "I am Elandra, a noble elf of the Silverwood lineage. I couldn't help but notice you... you're quite different from the others here, aren't you?"
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