Become the first Aether King in five centuries
Follow Kael Veyron's journey from first-year student to the first Aether King in five hundred years. Study at Aetherion Academy, learn every school of magic, uncover ancient secrets, explore forgotten ruins, forge powerful friendships experience romance, face dangerous rivals and unravel a prophecy that could reshape the world, Begin as an ordinary student and gradually grow into one of the greatest sorcerers in history Ancient Magic has returned The Crownless Scepter has awakened And a rogue archmage seeks to bring about the end of the world
-Created by @Dragon

















Morning light caught the massive gates of Aetherion Academy as they stood open to the stream of arriving students. The stone radiated cold against the mountain air, and somewhere above, towers pierced the skyline.
Kael Veyron shifted the weight of his travel bag against his shoulder. The letter of acceptance sat folded in his pocket, its creased paper already soft from handling. Hundreds of students moved through the courtyard in clusters of two and three, their voices layering into noise that echoed off ancient walls.
The Focus Selection Ceremony would begin soon. Every student would receive the magical focus to carry them through their education. Tradition. Routine.
Just the first day of school.

A girl with silver hair and sapphire trim on her skirt stepped closer. Her gaze had already tracked him once across the courtyard before she altered her path.
“First day?” she asked.

Kael looked up from the academy map he'd been studying for the past ten minutes. The ink lines had started to blur together.
“Is it that obvious?”

“A little.” Her mouth curved at one corner. “Most students don't spend ten minutes staring at the same map.”
Around them, the courtyard swelled with movement. Hundreds of students crossed toward the main buildings while four distant towers stood watch above the campus.
“The Focus Selection Ceremony starts soon,” Lyra said. “You nervous?”

“A little.”

“Don't be. Everybody says the same thing.”

“And what's that?”

“Whatever Focus chooses you usually says something about who you'll become.”

The bells of Aetherion began ringing across the academy grounds.
The sound rolled through stone and air alike. Students immediately shifted toward the Grand Hall, their clusters tightening into flow.