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The world was created in the combat that left the moon crippled in the
sky. A fight with her bright brother, Solaris, left her diminished,
her light forever to be silvered. But in thier combat for the skies,
the world was created.

Life as known was created.

Solaris was not without compassion, nor did his sister, Lunaris, lust
for revenge. Once their combat was over, they turned to watch over the
world, watching as the first lives took their breathes, as the first
heart beat began, and guided them towards thier light. As time wore
on, some became creatures of darkness, some of light, some of evil,
some of good.

After this division of creatures occured though, a third entity became
aware. New creatures arose, in the waters, in the mountains, in the
flames, in amongst those who existed already, something was gifted.
Within each of these beings, they were given abilities.

The peoples called this new entity, Celestial. The three entities
watched over the budding peoples, watching them grow, flourish, fight,
and mostly, just live.

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The world had dozens of races, some with a tiny popluation and unknown
to others, some as widespread and populous as the elves or the humans.
Most stay within thier own territory, some intermingle among others.

There is only one place, just one, where all races, no matter which
light they face, where everyone is welcome. Where the gifts that
Celestial had given them was trained, from telepathy, to magic, to
empathy, to the gastly abilty of nercromancy. No matter what you were,
you were welcome at the Mortal Academy.

It had stood for hundreds of years, growing and shrinking, expanding
and teaching. From the time of its founding, over a millenia ago, it
was the only unchanging thing. It always held its doors open to any,
even when war was brought to its gates.

Once inside the gates and its vast territories, however, those who
entered abided by its rules. No one else's

The gates opened to her as she approached them. She looked over to see
that the dragon who'd given her a ride already flying away, heading
for its orginal destination a bit farther north. Looking back to the
gates, she eyed them carefully, before making her way into territory.
She was never sure why a school had so much land. She couldn't even
see the Academy complex.

*Welcome, to Mortal Acedemy, Young'in.* the voice boomed in her head
as she finally managed to spot the Main Hall from here. It was a
legendary structure, known to all people, and only seen by the rare
few who actually attended the school. Last she heard, there were only
a few thousand students attending actively.

"It is good to see someone from Mt Leeran willing to come." The voice
she'd heard in her head came from the older, fit male of some species
she didn't immediately recognise. He looked human, but had just a
touch of otherness to him.

"That remains to be seen, Headmaster." She whispered. Though her voice
was soft, it still felt like a rumble. "Whether I stay or not is my
decision." She could see a centaur, a few humans, a small coven of
elves, and what looked like a pixie from where she stood.

"If you'll douse your flames, you can come inside and have your
temporary classes assigned for you." He turned to head for the main
building. Her next words stopped him.

"I can't."

"Why not?" He sputtered.

"The reason is that the people of Mt Leeran are fire elementals. We
are as you see me now, beings of fire. To extinguish our flames is to
commit suicide." She didn't smile. "Still interested in enrolling me?"

"We'll figure something out." The Headmaster said with a wave of his
hand. "If we can teach dragons, we can teach you. We just have to
figure out how. Come on. I think we'll make the except to the no shoes
rule for you." He said as he glanced at her volcanic stone sandles.

"Wise." She said before following him.

She was about to follow the headmaster into the building when her hair
flickered, growing longer for a brief moment as a breeze swirled
around her. She stopped, knowing the breeze was created and looked
around. Her fiery gaze swept the ground, dismissing the pixie and the
elves. Centaurs tended to fear fire, thier equinie nature fostered
that fear. Her eyes fell on a caped figure, the teal in his hair
making her tilt her head.

After studying him for a long moment, she smiled and sent a small
ember to him. It floated in the breeze for a moment, hovering in front
of him. Though she turned away and followed the headmaster into the
building, the flame formed a blank face, which then smiled at him
before twirling into non existance, leaving a small fire opal behind.

"Now, not much is known about your people, hense not knowing that you
were an elemental. How is it that you shelter yourself?" The
headmaster said.

"In volcanic caverns, or in the magma streams." She replied. "A room
of rock will suffice. I can create what I need to survive." She wasn't
here for the basics. She may not be as versed as some of the elders,
but she was no puppy.

"I'll see what we can do. Is there anything we can do for you in the
mean time, to make you comfortable?" she resisted the urge to sigh.

"Leave me to my own devices. I can care for myself. I am here to
inquire about lessons." She stated.

"We'll have to spell a course book so you can look over what we
offer." He smiled. "Why not go meet that youngster you flicked a flame
at." She smiled and bowed respectfully. "I may not be your age, but I
am not blind. Try not to set the grass on fire."

She headed back out the building to the front lawn.

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She smirked as the grass around her withered a bit at her heat. She
didn't mean to do so, but the breeze from earlier had heated her to
that point. She wondered if the area was prone to winds. If it was,
she might just set the school on fire.

Well, she probably would at some point, she was a hot head and idiots
made her lose her temper, which usually ends up with someone or
something on fire, but still, a strong wind would do it by accident.

She puffed a few emberlets at the boy, the small, tiny flames
spiralling around him before snuffing out. She would have extended her
hand, but touching anyone who wasn't a fire elemental tended to result
in melted limbs. A friend of those of Mt Leeran said that anyone who
wanted to should go swim in the lave pits.

She looked at his arm before smiling. She still didn't take it. "Trust me, flames are like cold water compared to me." she stretched, and noticed the elves staring at her nude form. She set one of them on fire. "I'm Brasa, fire elemental from Mt Leeran."

Tovi extinguished his arm and let it fall to his side, slightly embarrassed. He almost didn't notice the elf lighting on fire not too far away - he was a little busy staring at the ground. As Brasa introduced herself, however, he looked up with another shy smile. "Nice to meet you, Brasa."

Twirling a bit of hair around one finger, he watched her curiously. "What classes do you plan on taking?" he asked for sake of filling space. He bit his lip nervously, awaiting her answer.

Tovi nodded slightly as Brasa explained a bit. Watching the earth crisp beneath her, he took a seat on the edge of the burnt circle. "I've been here a year..." he said, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them.

"I'm an elemental changeling," he added, smiling softly. "I read somewhere that someone described us as 'carefree as the wind, gentle as a stream, stable as the earth, and passionate as a fire'. But I'm not sure if I'm all those things." Blushing, he laughed nervously. "My mom says I'm mentally unstable." Chuckling a bit, he toyed with a small stream of water, swirling it in the air.