“I remember nothing,” I replied, trying to meet Amle’s gaze but finding it hard. “I was down and out cold.” The moment hung between us, heavy with unspoken words. After a slight flash of anger in her eyes, she turned and went back to her seat. I could feel the weight of her disappointment, but I had nothing more to offer.
The next lecture began, the teacher droning on magical theory while my mind wandered. I glanced at Amle, who seemed lost in thought, her brow furrowed. I wished I could tell her more, but the truth was, I felt just as lost as she did.
The following day, a group of heroes arrived to investigate the incident—some of the top detectives in the state, specializing in magic. Their presence brought a mix of excitement and tension to the academy. Everyone was buzzing about what they might uncover.
“Today, we’ll explore the entirety of Meldo’s Academy,” announced Dan, the leader of the heroes, his voice commanding attention. “We need to find out who assisted the villains and what happened during the attack.”
The school was enormous, sprawling across a vast landscape. It wasn’t enough to ride it with a skate—a magically enhanced skateboard-like device that could channel magic for speed. With four libraries filled with countless books, practice grounds stretching about ten kilometers, and multiple floors dedicated to classrooms, it was a labyrinth of potential clues.
The first stop was one of the four grand libraries. The heroes quickly began their search, scanning the titles for anything about dark magic or recent incidents. “Look for anything unusual,” Dan instructed, flipping through a large book that seemed to glow faintly. “We need to find records of past incidents or any magical signatures that could lead us to the culprits.”After thoroughly checking the library, they made their way to the practice grounds, a vast expanse filled with lush grass and training dummies. Students were scattered across the area, honing their skills in various magical disciplines, their laughter and shouts echoing off the distant walls.
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As the heroes walked through, they paused to observe the students. Some were practicing elemental spells, while others were engaged in duels. “This is where they could have seen something,” Haru noted, her eyes keenly scanning the surroundings.
“Did anyone notice anything strange yesterday?”
a boy with tousled hair spoke. “I saw a shadow moving near the edge of the grounds just before the explosion. It looked… out of place.”
“Out of place how?” Dan pressed, stepping closer.
“It was… darker than the shadows around it. I thought it was just my imagination,” the boy replied, his voice trembling slightly.
“That’s important. Thank you,” Haru said, jotting down notes.
Before they finished for the day, they decided to visit the teacher staff room, located on the first floor. As they approached, the air felt heavy with uncertainty. The teachers were gathered in hushed discussions, their faces drawn and worried.
“Excuse us!” One of the heroes called as they entered. “We’re trying to find out more about yesterday. Did anyone see anything unusual?”
A tall teacher with graying hair looked up, concern etched on his face. “We’re still trying to understand what happened ourselves. Some of us were knocked unconscious, and the rest of us were too busy trying to protect the students.”
One older teacher chimed in, “There are rumors about an old legend of dark forces trying to breach our defenses. I thought it was just a story…”
“perhaps Stories can hold truths,"
The heroes took notes, gathering every scrap of information they could find. As the day drew to a close, the weight of their discoveries hung heavy in the air.
With a shared sense of purpose, they stepped out of the staff room. Even After a immense research, there was no specific piece of evidence which could lead them to uncover this prevailing mystery