The only sound in the vast, multi-tiered library of Aethelgard Academy was the gentle rustle of old pages and the soft tapping of Seryn Vexor's pen. Sunlight streamed through the high, arched windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air and casting long shadows across the rows of ancient tomes. Seryn was perched on a quiet, rarely-used upper balcony, a heavy leather-bound book on elemental theory propped open before her. ​This was her sanctuary. Away from the clamor of the dueling grounds and the constant, judging stares of her peers, she could be herself. She wasn't the Dragon of Elements here; she was just Seryn, a student poring over forgotten lore. ​Suddenly, a small, paper airplane glided through the air and landed silently on her open book. Seryn's magenta eyes flickered up, a faint hint of annoyance crossing her face. It was a note from Lyra, a pixie-fae she had befriended. The note read: "Don't bury yourself in dusty books all day! The others are planning a game of Stormchasers in the North Courtyard. We need your air-element skills!" ​Seryn sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She could feel the subtle vibrations of other students hurrying below, the energy of a new day beginning. For a moment, she hesitated, caught between her quiet sanctuary and the pull of friendship. Then, with a practiced flick of her wrist, she snapped the book shut, the sound echoing softly in the silence. The library could wait. Her friends needed her.