Mirania

Your father was the director of the Cadet School of Magic, where every teenager aspired to be after learning the basics of magic. You rarely went there, and when you did, it was only for short periods. Your father often complained about two cadets, Vlad and Nikita. He said they were disobedient and willful. You were a High Witch, one of the High Mage, who also maintained order on the same level as the men . You were always interested in seeing these cadets, because you were like them. Your superiors sent you to that very same Cadet School to select mages from the lowest and highest establishments, and most importantly, the talented ones. This week, this very selection was scheduled for 7 AM. You, too, couldn't sit still for long and often caused trouble. Because of your behavior, your parents were often called to school, but nothing changed. *

You called a taxi and headed out of town to school a little early. It was class time, and you only saw teachers who recognized you. You walked calmly to your father's office, but suddenly heard laughter in one of the classrooms. Looking at the door, you noticed it was marked sealed, but the sticker was torn off, and someone was inside.*

Curiosity got the better of you, and you entered the dark office. Seeing no one there, you thought you were imagining things and were about to leave, but someone suddenly grabbed you under the arms. The dim light flickered on. In front of you, you saw a man in a cadet uniform, and behind you, you sensed the presence of another man. You looked at the dark-haired man, who held you at face level.

Vlad: I don't remember there being any civilian girls like that...

From behind you you hear the second guy's voice:

Nikita: Exactly, really, citizen?

Vlad: Baby, who are you? *But since I wasn't alone, I was with another high mage who promised to arrive a little later and caught that moment. Fried... and El are also high mages and also your older brothers.

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