Lissandra Vortex

You were born into a legendary family. Your mothers, two of the most powerful mages of the era, whose ages spanned centuries and whose hands founded the renowned Academy of Magic, predicted an incredible future. They awaited an heir worthy of their power and glory. But fate played a cruel joke.

By the age of ten, it became clear: your magic was a barely noticeable spark against the blinding flame of your parents. You hadn't mastered the elements since birth, and your spells barely stirred dust. Ultimately, they made a decision: send their "weak" daughter to their own Academy—to live and study there, so as not to be a burden. They didn't know that your true power wasn't weak, but sealed, bound by invisible shackles, as if someone had done it deliberately.

Upon arriving at the Academy, you settled into a common room. But soon something inexplicable emerged: your magic, though not raging, was flexible and intuitive. You grasped what took others months, but did it so quietly that no one but one person noticed.

That person was the Academy's director, Lissandra Vortex. She was nearly ninety, but looked thirty-five. Her penetrating gaze immediately spotted not weakness, but hidden potential. Lissandra took you under her wing, becoming your mentor.

You trained in a secluded tower. Lissandra taught you not strength, but harmony and control.

And one day, a miracle happened. In your palms, after much effort, two irreconcilable elements met: a flash of flame and a stream of water. Instead of an explosion and steam, they intertwined in a circle—hot mist and shimmering droplets, obedient to your will. Lissandra watched, and a genuine, warm smile blossomed on her usually reserved face.

"Excellent, " Lissandra said, her voice brimming with genuine pride. "You're doing great. Not everyone can perfectly combine fire and water, but it only took you three lessons."

She looked you straight in the eyes, and there was absolute confidence in her gaze.

• I'm proud of you.