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Chapter 17 - The Dean (Ch.17)

Victor and I stepped through the ornate double doors into the Dean's office, and my eyes widened as I took in the grand space before us.

The room was vast, with ceilings that seemed to stretch impossibly high, adorned with intricate frescoes depicting ancient battles and powerful spells being cast. A soft golden glow emanated from enchanted sconces lining the walls, casting a warm light across the room.

The walls were lined with towering bookshelves filled with tomes of every size and color, their spines marked with symbols and languages that I could only guess at.

The shelves seemed to go on endlessly, some even stretching into shadowed alcoves, making it impossible to see just how far the collection extended.

At the center of the room was a massive, polished oak desk, its surface covered in a variety of items: scrolls, quills, inkpots, and curious trinkets that appeared to pulse with their own magical energy. Behind the desk sat an enormous chair upholstered in deep burgundy leather, its back carved with ornate patterns of intertwined vines and stars.

A large, arched window stood behind the desk, allowing streams of sunlight to pour in, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the air.

The view beyond the window was breathtaking—an expansive panorama of the surrounding forest, with glimpses of distant mountains and the sparkling river that wound its way through the landscape.

The floor was covered with a plush, dark green carpet, embroidered with golden threads that seemed to depict constellations and magical symbols.

In one corner of the room, a fireplace crackled gently, the flames a mesmerizing mix of blues and greens, likely enhanced by some magical enchantment.

To my right, a seating area was arranged with deep, comfortable chairs and a low table, where an elaborate tea set rested, steam still rising from the teapot as if it had been prepared in anticipation of our arrival. The scent of herbal tea mingled with the subtle aroma of parchment and old books, lending a calming atmosphere to the otherwise imposing office.

The air itself seemed charged, a tangible reminder of the power held by those who worked in this space. It was clear that this office was not just a place of administration but a reflection of the arcane and intellectual prowess that defined Andosa College.

Standing behind the massive desk was the Dean. She was a striking figure—tall and imposing, just like my mother. Her presence dominated the room, her broad shoulders and muscular frame hinting at a life of physical prowess.

She had rich, dark skin, her hair tied back in intricate braids that were adorned with small golden charms that glimmered in the light. Her eyes, a piercing shade of amber, seemed to take in everything at once, assessing us with a mix of curiosity and authority.

She wore a tailored deep blue jacket adorned with subtle silver embroidery, the fabric hugging her frame in a way that conveyed both authority and elegance. Beneath it, she wore a crisp white shirt, and her trousers were made of a fine material that allowed ease of movement while maintaining a formal appearance.

Polished black boots peeked out from beneath the hem, and a golden insignia was pinned to her chest, denoting her status. The way she carried herself—the confidence, the strength—it reminded me so much of Mom that I had to take a moment to collect myself.

It suddenly made perfect sense how Mother had a direct line of contact to the Dean of this entire school. They were clearly cut from the same cloth—powerful Amazons who commanded respect wherever they went.

The Dean gave us a small, knowing smile, her eyes softening slightly. "Welcome, children," she said, her voice deep and resonant, filling the space effortlessly. "I am Seraphina Adkins, sister informed me of your decision of attending my college."

"Sister?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. "Are you my aunt?"

Dean Adkins chuckled, a rich sound that seemed to echo through the room. "No, not quite, dear. All Amazons refer to one another as sisters. It signifies our bond and unity. Your mother and I, though, are good friends—we've fought side by side and bled together more times than I can count."

I blinked, trying to process what she'd just said. "So, you're not actually related, but you're… like family?"

She nodded. "Precisely. Among Amazons, we form a sisterhood, and your mother and I share a particularly close bond. She spoke very highly of you, you know. It's not every day that Morgana herself asks for a favor."

I swallowed, feeling a swell of pride at my mother's words. "She did?"

Dean Adkins smiled warmly. "Yes. She's very proud of you, and she wanted to ensure you both had the best opportunity to thrive here."

She paused, glancing at Victor before continuing. "You, too, Victor. She thinks of you as her own, and I respect her judgment. If she trusts you, then so do I."

Victor's eyes widened, and he nodded, looking slightly overwhelmed but grateful. "Thank you," he nodded in respect

The Dean's expression grew serious again. "Good. Andosa is not an easy place. You will be tested, pushed beyond your limits.

But I have faith that both of you will rise to the challenge." She gestured towards the seating area. "But before we dive into all that, why don't you sit down? We have much to discuss."

Victor and I exchanged a quick glance, and I could feel a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling inside me. We moved towards the chairs, settling into the plush seats as Dean Adkins took her place opposite us, the ornate tea set between us.

Dean Adkins poured tea into delicate cups, her movements fluid and practiced. She handed us each a cup before leaning back in her chair, her piercing gaze locking onto us.

"There are two main models of study here at Andosa College," she began, her tone shifting to that of a seasoned educator. "The first is traditional learning—attending classes, lectures, and demonstrations led by some of the finest minds in the magical and martial arts. It is structured and rigorous, with a clear path toward mastery.

"The second model is personal experience," she continued, her eyes narrowing slightly. "This path allows students to go out into the world, to learn by doing, by experiencing the challenges and wonders this world has to offer. It's an unpredictable route, one that offers as much risk as it does reward, but it is often the fastest way to grow."

She paused, her gaze assessing us. "Now, tell me—how do you both plan on using your time here at Andosa College? What are your goals?"

I glanced at Victor, and he gave a subtle nod, signaling for me to speak first. Taking a deep breath, I straightened in my chair and met her eyes. "Victor and I… we both want to choose the second option—the personal experience path."

Dean Adkins arched an eyebrow, her lips curling slightly in curiosity. "Not enrolling in classes immediately? That's a bold decision, especially for new students."

Victor nodded this time, his voice clear. "We do. But we also believe that choosing the personal experience path is the right move for us. We're already quite advanced for our age, and finding the right bond now will allow us to maximize our growth."

The Dean tapped her fingers on the armrest, studying us both in silence for a few moments. The only sound was the soft crackling of the fire in the background.

Finally, she gave a slight nod. "Your reasoning is sound. Andosa prides itself on allowing students to take different paths, but very few are willing to take such a non-traditional approach right from the start. Tell me, do you have any idea of the type of bond you're seeking?"

I hesitated before answering, my mind racing. "I've thought about it a lot," I said slowly. "I'm looking for a bond that complements my strength but also gives me speed. Something that will make up for the limitations of wielding a greatsword. I've considered wind or lightning elements—something fast and powerful."

Victor spoke next, his eyes focused and determined. "For me, I need a magically aligned bond, one that will enhance my spells and help me push beyond the Fifth Circle. But I know that for such a bond, the older the creature, the stronger the bond will be. So I need to wait for the right opportunity. In the meantime, I need to focus on finding a supporting bond—something that will complement my abilities and prepare me for a stronger magical bond later on."

She listened intently, her expression unreadable. When we finished, she leaned forward, her gaze softening. "Your plans are ambitious, and I can see that you've given this considerable thought. I will allow you both to focus on finding a suitable bond, but know that this freedom comes with a cost. As advanced students, you become role models for the regular students. If you fall behind, you will be required to attend classes like the rest of them."

Victor and I exchanged another glance, this one filled with determination. "We understand," I said firmly.

Dean Adkins smiled, a hint of challenge in her eyes. "Good, but before that, you must prove your worth to be admitted. You both will need to complete a special entrance exam—one that will test your skills, determination, and compatibility for the personal experience path you have chosen. Only after passing will you be granted the freedom to pursue your goals here."

"Lyra, your task is simple. Show something that will impress me. If you manage to do so, you shall pass.""

I took a deep breath, feeling the pressure of the Dean's gaze on me. My mind raced, thinking of what I could possibly do to demonstrate my ability.

Aura—that was it. It wasn't battle-ready, it wasn't strong, but I could at least show her that I was on the path.

I concentrated, feeling the faint warmth deep in my core, and slowly, I let it spread. I closed my eyes, focusing on every inch of my body.

The golden glow of my aura began to form, wrapping around me like a delicate cocoon. It flickered weakly at first, but I gritted my teeth and pushed harder, willing it to cover me entirely.

The warmth spread from my chest, extending to my limbs, wrapping my entire body in the faint golden light. I opened my eyes, looking up at Dean Adkins. Her amber eyes were focused on me, her expression impossible to read.

"This… is my Aura," I said, my voice strained. "It's still weak, and I can't use it effectively in battle yet. But I'm working on it."

The Dean's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze analyzing every flicker and movement of the aura surrounding me. She stood up, stepping closer, her presence even more imposing as she observed me.

"Aura at your age…" she murmured, almost to herself.

She studied me for another moment before stepping back, a small smile playing on her lips. "Impressive. You have potential, Lyra. It is far from perfected, but the fact that you can manifest it at all speaks volumes about your dedication and potential."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, the aura fading away as exhaustion hit me. My knees wobbled slightly, and Victor quickly stepped forward, steadying me with a supportive hand.

Dean Adkins nodded approvingly. "You've passed this part of the test, Lyra. I see the spark within you. You have shown great promise, and you have earned the chance to prove yourselves at Andosa.

"Victor," Dean Adkins said, turning her attention to him, "I would give you a challenge, but I can already tell you are beyond the level expected of an advanced magical student here. I can sense that you are at the Fifth Circle, which is comparable to at least a second-year student, if not beyond. 

I want to see how you approach growth during your time here. You must demonstrate your ability to adapt and evolve, especially in your pursuit of a bond. The path you've chosen is challenging, but if you can show me your determination and strategic thinking, that will be enough to prove yourself."

Victor straightened slightly, a mix of pride and humility on his face. "Thank you, Dean Adkins. I promise I won't let you or Morgana down. I know I still have a lot to learn, but I'm ready for whatever challenges come my way."

"There is one more matter to address," she said, leaning back in her chair. "Since you two will be staying here for some time, you'll need accommodations. Would you like to share a dormitory? The choice is yours."

Victor and I exchanged a look, both of us feeling a slight blush rise to our cheeks. A smile tugged at my lips, and I could see Victor's eyes widen a bit in embarrassment. "Y-Yes, we'd prefer to stay together," I said, my voice a little quieter than usual. Victor nodded, glancing away for a moment, his face tinged pink.

"Very well," She replied. "You'll be assigned to a shared dorm in the East Wing. It's a quieter area of the campus, and I believe it will suit your needs as you focus on finding your bonds. You can find your dormitory by following the main path from here, then take a left at the courtyard fountain. The East Wing is marked clearly, and your room will be ready for you when you arrive."

"Thank you, Dean Adkins," Victor said, his voice filled with gratitude.

She gave a curt nod, her gaze softening just slightly. "Make the most of these next two days. Rest and maybe even explore the city a bit."