“Forgus, let’s not do this, I don’t think it’s a nice idea.” Ella said.“Don’t you want to view the outside world? You’ve been here for years and I’ve spent all my live in this place. I need to see how other people fare.”“Isn’t it better you talk with Professor Magnus about this? He’s your dad, I bet he’d listen to you.”“I don’t think so, he wouldn’t want me out of this place all my life. Shhhhhh! There’s someone approaching here let’s hide.”They both hid themselves behind the flowers. Mr. Sarma walked towards that place, looked around as though he was in search of something then proceeded back to the library.“Phew! Thank goodness were not caught, let’s return back immediately.”“I really need to see the outside world, please support me and go with me.”“Fine. But then, we don’t have the key to leave this institute. Have you forgotten that’s surrounded with spell and no one knows it except Professor Magnus and his wife? There’s really no way we can get out of this place. Let’s get

The grand hall of Magnus Institute of Sorcery buzzed with electric anticipation. Banners of vibrant colors adorned the walls, representing the elemental powers—fire, water, air, and earth. Students who had completed the first stage of their training stood together, their eyes shining with excitement and a hint of apprehension.Forgus and Ella, their hearts racing, stood side by side. Today was pivotal, marking the unveiling of their magical paths.Anglo, a revered sorcerer known for his wisdom, stepped forward. His robes flowed like a gentle breeze, a blend of blue and silver reflecting his affinity for air. With a commanding presence, he addressed the assembly."Welcome, esteemed students, to the zenith of your journey—the Institute's Induction Ceremony!" Anglo's voice resonated, capturing the attention of the hall. "Today, you will be sorted into groups that mirror your unique magical talents."As he spoke, the banners above shimmered, symbols aglow with magic. One by one, students'

The Institute's library was a haven of hushed murmurs and the scent of ancient parchment. The soft illumination of enchanted lanterns cast a warm and inviting ambiance, illuminating row upon row of shelves that held the accumulated wisdom of generations. In a quiet corner, Forgus and Joseph were engrossed in the study of an ancient tome that delved into the history of fire magic.Forgus' finger traced the intricate illustrations on the brittle pages, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Joseph, can you imagine the raw power wielded by the fire mages of old? Their stories are woven with flames that consumed kingdoms and forged empires."Joseph leaned closer, his voice low as if sharing a secret. "True, but it's not just about wielding power, it's about understanding it. Like harnessing the power of a wildfire without letting it consume everything in its path."Their conversation held more than just scholarly curiosity; beneath the words lay their shared aspiration for excellence and re

The sun's gentle rays painted the Institute's grounds with warmth as the Earth group assembled on the edge of a lush meadow. Ten students, their faces alive with anticipation, stood in a loose circle around a circular patch of earth. Professor Ant, a figure of quiet wisdom, stood before them."Today, we delve into the heart of earth magic," Professor Ant announced, his voice resonating with reverence. "Feel the earth's energy beneath your fingertips."The students extended their hands, palms hovering just above the soil. Whispers of incantations fluttered in the air, mingling with the soft rustle of leaves. Their expressions held a mixture of focus and excitement, as if they were on the verge of uncovering a hidden treasure."Let the earth's pulse guide you," Professor Ant instructed, his eyes twinkling with ancient knowledge. "Merge your magic with its essence."As the students channeled their energy, the earth responded. The ground beneath their hands quivered, a subtle dance of mag

Ella gazed at the tranquil surface of the pond, her eyes reflecting the shimmering water. She lowered her fingers, causing ripples to dance across the liquid canvas. It was a soothing routine that often helped her clear her mind. As the water responded to her touch, she felt a connection, a flow of energy between her and the element she commanded.In the midst of her contemplation, a sudden surge of emotion gripped her. Memories of her parents, who had perished when she was a child, surged to the forefront of her thoughts. She inhaled deeply, focusing on the water's ebb and flow. As she exhaled, her hand instinctively moved in an intricate pattern over the water, almost as if the liquid recognized her unspoken desire for connection.Her heart raced as the water before her began to respond in unexpected ways. Droplets floated upward, coalescing into an ethereal figure that seemed to mirror her movements. Awe and disbelief intermingled within her, yet the connection felt natural, as if