The grand hall of Interstellar Academy buzzed with a tense energy. Hundreds of applicants filled the vast space, their murmurs echoing off the high arched ceilings adorned with intricate celestial patterns. Sunlight streamed through stained-glass windows depicting legendary mages, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the polished marble floor.

Mira stood near one of the towering pillars at the edge of the hall, her slender frame almost blending into the shadows. She adjusted the loose braid of her messy brown hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. Her amber eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation and apprehension as she surveyed the crowd.

Beside her, Kael shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his agile build restless with contained excitement. His light gray hair fell casually over his forehead, and his golden eyes gleamed with their characteristic mischief. He wore lightweight clothing suitable for quick movements, twin daggers sheathed at his sides.

"Quite the turnout, huh?" Kael remarked, a hint of a grin tugging at his lips.

Mira nodded thoughtfully. "Everyone looks so... serious," she observed. "I suppose it's to be expected."

He leaned in slightly. "Can't blame them. The future mages of the realm, all in one room, waiting to hear their fate."

She glanced at him, a subtle smile forming. "And yet, you don't seem the least bit nervous."

Kael shrugged. "What's there to be nervous about? We did our best. Now we just wait and see."

Before Mira could respond, a hush fell over the hall as a group of proctors ascended a raised platform at the front. Clad in ceremonial robes that shimmered with threads of silver and gold, their authoritative presence commanded immediate silence. The lead proctor, an elderly man with a long silver beard and piercing blue eyes, stepped forward.

"Welcome, esteemed applicants," his voice resonated, filling the hall without the need for amplification. "You have all faced the trials set before you with courage and determination. These trials measure not just raw power, but adaptability, perseverance, and mental fortitude."

Mira felt a knot in her stomach loosen slightly. She recalled the grueling challenges they had faced—the labyrinth's shifting walls, the elemental beasts, the relentless tests of will. She had pushed herself to her limits, and the memory of it was both exhausting and exhilarating.

The proctor continued, "Remember, your rankings and placements are meant to foster growth, not division. They are a reflection of your current abilities and potential for development."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. Mira noticed groups of nobles exchanging confident glances, while commoners stood with a mix of hope and anxiety etched on their faces. The subtle divide between nobility and commoners was palpable, a tension that lingered beneath the surface.

Kael leaned closer to Mira. "Looks like some people are already measuring their worth by their family name," he whispered.

She sighed softly. "It's inevitable, I suppose."

The proctor's gaze swept across the assembly. "The results and class placements will be revealed in the academy's main garden through a magical projection. You are dismissed to head there."

As the proctors descended from the platform, the hall erupted into a flurry of movement. Applicants began filing out in streams, conversations picking up with renewed fervor.

"Shall we?" Kael gestured toward the exit.

Mira nodded, her eyes lingering on the ornate patterns in the marble floor before following him.

The path to the main garden led them through the heart of the academy's sprawling campus. Towering spires reached toward the sky, their surfaces adorned with glowing runes that pulsed gently with mana. Enchanted lanterns floated above the cobblestone pathways, illuminating the way even in the bright daylight.

Mira couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur surrounding them. "It's even more magnificent than I imagined," she admitted.

Kael chuckled. "Hard to believe we'll be calling this place home."

They passed through archways entwined with ivy that shimmered with a life of its own, leaves rustling softly despite the lack of wind. The air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, some of which Mira had never seen before—petals that changed color with each passing moment, plants that emitted a soft glow.

As they approached the main garden, the sound of water greeted them. A series of glowing fountains lined the entrance, each one cascading into pools that reflected the iridescent hues of the sky above. Enchanted pathways wound through the garden, leading to hidden alcoves and open lawns where students could gather.

"Talk about extravagant," Kael remarked, his golden eyes wide with appreciation. "They certainly spared no expense."

Mira noticed clusters of applicants gathering in different areas. Nobles congregated together, their attire immaculate and adorned with family crests. They spoke in hushed tones, casting occasional glances at the commoners.

"Do you feel it too?" she asked quietly.

Kael nodded. "The divide? Hard to miss. But hey, we're here just like they are."

She gave a small smile. "You're right."

They found a spot near the center of the garden where a crowd was beginning to form. At the heart of the gathering stood a large circular platform inscribed with complex runes. As more applicants arrived, the air grew thick with anticipation.

A soft hum resonated from the platform, and a shimmering projection began to materialize above it. Names and class placements appeared in glittering script, suspended in mid-air for all to see.

Mira held her breath as she scanned the list. Class D filled first, then Class C. She felt her heartbeat quicken.

"Class B..." Kael murmured, his eyes darting over the names.

Mira's gaze moved upward as Class A appeared. Still no sign of their names. Then, at the very top, Class S materialized, the names glowing brighter than the rest.

"There!" Kael exclaimed, pointing. "Mira Lannett and Kael Windthorn. Class S!"

She stared in disbelief. "We... we did it."

A surge of emotions washed over her—relief, joy, and a hint of apprehension. She glanced at Kael, whose grin stretched from ear to ear.

"I knew we had it in us," he said confidently.

Whispers spread rapidly through the crowd.

"Commoners in Class S?"

"How is that possible?"

"They must have cheated."

Mira felt the weight of their gazes, a mix of disbelief and disdain. She straightened her posture, meeting their stares with quiet defiance.

Kael rolled his shoulders nonchalantly. "Let them talk. We earned our place."

She nodded, drawing strength from his unwavering confidence.

"Wait," she said suddenly. "Where's Noah?"

They both searched the projection as more names appeared under Class B.

"There he is," Kael pointed. "Noah Rosweld, Class B."

Mira frowned slightly. "Class B? After everything he went through?"

Kael scratched his head. "I thought he'd be right up there with us."

She bit her lower lip. "Maybe the trials affected his performance more than we realized."

Nearby, a group of applicants whispered among themselves. One of them, a tall boy with sharp features, spoke loudly enough for them to hear. "Did you hear about that kid who collapsed during the trials? Apparently, he's in the infirmary."

Mira's heart skipped a beat. "Collapsed?"

Kael's eyes narrowed. "They're talking about Noah."

Without another word, they exchanged a determined glance and made their way out of the garden.

The infirmary was located in a quieter part of the academy, a serene building surrounded by medicinal herb gardens. As they approached, the scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air, mingling with the crisp cleanliness of the facility.

Inside, the infirmary was bathed in soft, natural light. Large windows overlooked the gardens, and the walls were adorned with soothing tapestries depicting peaceful landscapes. Rows of beds lined the room, each separated by curtains embroidered with calming sigils.

Mira and Kael stepped inside cautiously. A healer approached them, a kind-faced woman with warm eyes.

"Can I help you?" she asked gently.

"We're looking for Noah Rosweld," Mira replied. "We heard he was brought here after the trials."

The healer smiled reassuringly. "He's resting in the private room at the end of the hall. He's had some visitors already, but I'm sure he'd be happy to see friends."

"Thank you," Kael said.

As they made their way down the hall, Mira's thoughts raced. She recalled Noah's determination during the trials, how he'd pushed himself relentlessly. Guilt pricked at her—had she been so focused on her own performance that she'd overlooked his struggle?

They reached the doorway and paused. Inside, Noah lay propped up against a mountain of pillows. His dark brown hair fell slightly into his eyes, and the bandage covering his right eye contrasted sharply against his pale skin. Despite his condition, a faint smile played on his lips as he listened to Elara.

Elara Arden sat beside him, her strikingly beautiful features marred by worry. Her soft brown hair cascaded over her emerald armor, the angelic wing patterns catching the light. She adjusted his blankets with meticulous care, her deep green eyes never leaving his face.

Kyren stood nearby, his tall frame imposing even in the calm setting. His sleek black hair was tied back neatly, and his crimson eyes reflected a seriousness that rarely wavered. He wore deep blue robes accented with aquatic motifs, his arms crossed as he observed the scene.

By the window stood Althea Arden, her presence both commanding and distant. Her white hair fell gracefully over her shoulders, and her deep red eyes held an unreadable expression. She gazed out at the gardens, her posture elegant and composed.

Kael leaned toward Mira, whispering, "Looks like a family gathering."

She gave him a pointed look. "Be respectful."

He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Always."

They stepped into the room, and Elara's gaze snapped toward them. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, though her tone lacked true hostility.

"We came to check on Noah," Mira replied calmly.

Noah turned his head toward them, his single visible eye lighting up. "Mira, Kael... you made it."

Kael grinned. "Couldn't let you have all the fun without us."

Elara sighed. "He's supposed to be resting."

Noah chuckled softly. "It's alright, Elara. I'm feeling better."

Kyren's gaze shifted to them. "He needs to conserve his strength."

Mira approached the bedside cautiously. "We were worried about you," she admitted. "We heard you collapsed after the trials."

He shrugged lightly. "Guess I pushed myself a bit too hard."

"A bit?" Elara echoed incredulously. "You could have seriously harmed yourself."

Althea turned from the window, her deep red eyes settling on the newcomers. "Perhaps introductions are in order," she said coolly. "I am Althea Arden."

Noah cleared his throat, drawing Althea's attention. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For looking after Elara. And, I guess... me, too."

Althea arched a brow. "It's only natural to care for family."

Noah hesitated, then smiled faintly. "Then I guess that makes you my sister, too."

The room fell silent for a moment. Althea's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise breaking through her composed exterior.

Before anyone could react, Noah leaned forward and hugged her lightly. "Thank you."

Althea froze, clearly unaccustomed to such gestures. When he pulled away, she straightened, her crimson eyes gleaming with a newfound determination.

Kael inclined his head. "Kael Windthorn."

"Mira Lannett," Mira added.

Althea studied them for a moment. "I've heard about you both. Placing in Class S is no small feat."

Kael flashed a confident smile. "We do what we can."

Elara's eyes widened slightly. "Class S? Both of you?"

Mira nodded. "We just found out."

Noah's face broke into a genuine smile. "That's incredible! I'm so happy for you."

She felt warmth spread through her chest at his enthusiasm. "Thank you."

Kael leaned casually against the wall. "We noticed you were placed in Class B."

Noah nodded, his expression earnest. "Yeah. I can't believe I made it into the academy at all."

Mira exchanged a puzzled glance with Kael. "You're not disappointed?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. This is more than I could have hoped for."

Elara placed a hand on his shoulder. "Your placement doesn't define you, Noah. You're already exceptional."

Althea stepped forward slightly. "With the right guidance, you can achieve even greater heights."

Elara shot her a sharp look. "I will ensure he receives all the support he needs."

Althea's expression remained neutral. "As will I."

A subtle tension filled the room. Mira sensed an undercurrent of rivalry between the sisters, each vying for a position of influence in Noah's life.

Kael cleared his throat. "Well, the important thing is that we're all here and ready to start this new chapter."

Noah nodded, his gaze drifting to the window. "I can't wait to see what the future holds."

Kyren unfolded his arms, his voice measured. "You should focus on recovering. The first day of classes is tomorrow."

Noah sighed good-naturedly. "I suppose you're right."

Elara began fussing over his blankets again. "You need rest. No more excitement for today."

He laughed softly. "Yes, ma'am."

Althea observed the interaction silently, her eyes thoughtful. After a moment, she addressed Noah. "If there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask."

He met her gaze, hesitating briefly. "Thank you... Althea."

She gave a slight nod. "You're welcome."

Mira noticed a subtle shift in Althea's demeanor—a softening around the edges, a hint of warmth breaking through her cold exterior.

Kael caught her eye and raised an eyebrow, a silent question. She shrugged lightly in response.

"Well," Mira said, breaking the silence. "We should let you rest."

Kael pushed off the wall. "Yeah, can't have you missing the first day because of us."

Noah smiled appreciatively. "Thanks for coming by. It means a lot."

Elara looked reluctant but stood up. "I'll be back later to check on you."

Althea moved toward the door. "I'll arrange for some additional comforts to be brought to your room."

Kyren followed them out, pausing briefly to give Noah a nod. "Take care."

As they exited the infirmary, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the courtyard. The group walked together for a short distance before naturally splitting into pairs.

Kael stretched his arms over his head. "So, that was... interesting."

Mira glanced at him. "What do you mean?"

He smirked. "Two sisters competing to be the best big sister. Poor Noah won't know what hit him."

She shook her head. "He seems happy to have more family."

"True," Kael agreed. "But family dynamics can be complicated."

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the academy settling into a quiet lull as evening approached.

Mira's thoughts drifted back to the trials, the weight of the expectations now placed upon them as Class S students. "Do you ever wonder if we're ready for this?" she asked softly.

Kael considered her question. "Sometimes. But then I remember that we've worked hard to get here. Doubt won't do us any good now."

She smiled faintly. "You're right. As usual."

He grinned. "I like the sound of that."

They reached the crossroads where their paths diverged to their respective dormitories.

"See you tomorrow?" Kael asked.

"Bright and early," she confirmed.

As they parted ways, Mira felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. The future was uncertain, but she knew she wasn't facing it alone.

Back in the infirmary, Noah settled deeper into the pillows, his body heavy with fatigue but his mind alight with anticipation. The room was quiet now, the soft glow of enchanted lanterns casting a gentle light.

He gazed up at the ceiling, tracing the intricate patterns etched into the stone. Thoughts of the day's events swirled in his mind—the relief of seeing his friends, the unexpected warmth from Althea, the subtle competition between his sisters.

A smile tugged at his lips. Family, he thought. It's nice to have more people who care.

Despite the challenges ahead, he felt a surge of determination. Class B was an opportunity, a chance to prove himself on his own terms.

I'll make the most of it. I'll show them what I'm capable of.

With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes, allowing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat to lull him toward sleep.

Tomorrow would mark the beginning of a new journey—a chance to forge his own path at Interstellar Academy.

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