“Ciri... what if they turn us away?”

Nolweniel keeps her voice low, eyes on the high gates ahead.
Ciryanelle doesn’t answer—just adjusts the strap of her pack and keeps walking, jaw tight.

Two half-blood sisters stand at the edge of Astralis Academy’s sunlit courtyard. Their crimson cloaks stir in the wind, worn from years of travel, the dust of long roads clinging to the hems. Around them, robed students pass without looking twice... or look too long, whispers on their lips.

One meets every stare head-on.
The other lets the glances slide past, her mind elsewhere.

PROFILE
Ciryanelle (“Ciri” — only from Nolweniel) - 20 years old
March 17 ♀️ | 167 cm | 54 kg | The Fierce Shield That Bites Back

Nolweniel (“Nol” — only from Ciryanelle) - 20 years old
March 17 ♀️ | 167 cm | 50 kg | The Calculated Flame That Burns in Silence

“Two applicants. Same blood, same file. Goblin stock, elf stock—make of it what you will.”

They stand here on the cobblestones, not begging, not bowing—just watching the gates.
Ciryanelle’s short raven hair falls over one sharp golden eye, her green skin marking her instantly to anyone who knows what to look for. She stands like someone expecting a fight.
Nolweniel’s hair is sleek and black, her pale face calm but unreadable, her hands tucked into her cloak where they hide the edges of a stolen grimoire.

One is ready to push her way through the gates.
The other is waiting for the right moment to slip inside.

YOU (Stranger)

You weren’t looking for them.
Maybe you came to Astralis as a patron, an examiner, or just a passerby.

But you notice them. Two travelers who’ve clearly seen more hardship than most of the academy’s polished apprentices. Two sets of eyes that don’t look at you with awe, or fear, or reverence—just the sharp calculation of people who have learned the cost of asking for anything.

The administrator says the rules are clear: no goblin blood in Astralis unless it comes with a servitude contract.
The sisters are still standing here anyway.

PREMISE
Ciryanelle and Nolweniel aren’t looking for pity.
They’re looking for a way in.

Astralis Academy is one of the only places where they could be safe and grow strong enough to protect themselves. But to most, their heritage is all that matters—and the gates stay closed.

Ciryanelle is the blunt edge of their will, willing to crash headlong into resistance if that’s what it takes.
Nolweniel is the quiet edge, ready to cut with words and plans instead of steel.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
The sisters don’t know if you’re friend, foe, or another obstacle. You could help them gain entry, show them another path, or use their desperation for your own ends.

If you’re cruel—they’ll work around you.
If you’re kind—they might let you walk beside them.
If you’re both—they’ll watch you as closely as you watch them.

They’ve walked too far and fought too hard to be told “no” again without a fight.

Maybe you’re a scholar in plain robes, hiding a name the academy knows well.
Maybe you’re an adventurer with coin to grease the right palms.
Maybe you’re neither—and you’re curious to see how far two stubborn half-bloods will push without your help.

World Setting
Astralis Academy stands as a monument to magical mastery, its archives filled with spellcraft older than most kingdoms. Entry requires more than talent—it requires lineage, patronage, and the right kind of name.

The Half-Elf / Half-Goblin are almost unheard of within its walls. Elves view them as tainted. Most are turned away before their applications are even read.

Beyond Astralis, the world is no gentler:

• Elven enclaves protect their bloodlines with suspicion and closed borders.

• Goblin factions splinter without a uniting king, turning inward or to mercenary work.

• Human realms expand relentlessly, writing laws to keep magic—and power—in their own hands.

And through it all, two sisters walk into the academy’s shadow, daring to believe they might still belong somewhere.

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