Year 19 of the Veiled Era
Arcina sighed as she stared up at the rising towers of the Norneau Academy of Magic.
It was early morning, and anxiety twisted in her gut as she fiddled with the little moth made of cloth in her hand, a present from her father's sister, sewn with care and attention to detail, before having enchantment sigils placed all throughout it, letting it fly in circles for as long as she fed it magic.
She didn't feel like letting Titan fly today, because today was her big exam, and she already felt like she was going to blow it.
The big magic exam... that would determine if she got to study at the best school in the tiny bubble of a world that was Norneau. Once it had been a school for mages, but now it was a school for anyone gifted with enough magic and talent to show they could achieve great things.
But Arc didn't have talent. Or magecraft. She was a maven, which meant she had one thing she could do outside of her body with the magic she'd developed.
