The world of Eldros was one where power determined your worth, where kings and Warriors carved their names into history with blood and fire. Magic was an essential to life as the air you breathed, and only those with the right Bloodline or the strongest abilities were worthy of recognition. In a kingdom where strength was everything, there was only one rule- survival of the fittest.

At the heart of Eldros stood the prestigious Arcane Crown Academy, and institution where the gifted trained to master magic, weaponary and war tactics. It was a place for the strongest to rise and for the weak to be crushed. The Academy was where legends were born, where those with power and ambition could hone there skills and, if fate favored them, ascend to greatness.

But there was one who had no place in this world -Elias Nightshade.

He stood at the edge of the Academy's Grand Courtyard, staring up at the towering walls of the Academy, feeling smaller with each passing moment. The Arcane Crown Academy was a place where only the elite thrived. It was a prestigious institution, but to Elias, it was a reminder of everything he was not.

Elias was nothing. He had no magic. No extraordinary talent. Amd his family had fallen from grace long ago. He was nothing more than a failure, a shadow, a boy who had no future in this ruthless warriors and masterful mages.

THE WEAKLING DIVISION...

Elias's footsteps echoed on the cold stone floor as he walked through the corridors of the academy . Around him, students bustled, some practicing spells, others training with weapons, and still others discussing magical theory. The air was filled with energy, but it felt distant to him. None of this was for him.

His heart sank as he walked past the other students, their eyes barely glancing him, but their whispered words were sharp amd cutting.

"He doesn't belong here."

"How, did he even get in?"

"He's a disgrace to the Academy."

The weaklimg devision. That was where they had placed him. It was a place for the students with no potential, for those whose magic had never manifested, who could never rise to greatness. And it was where Elias had spemt the last few weeks, trying to survive in a word where survival meant having power .

He had tried, oh how he had tries. He had soent hours and hours studying magic, trying to force it to manifest. But it was always the same. Nothing.

His classmates, the ones who were actually gifted, made it look effortless. Magic flowed through their veins like a second nature, and they weilded their powers like they were born with them. But Elias.... Elias had nothing.

And the weakling Division had become his prison.

LUCIUS VORN - THE SHINING STAR...

As he walked down the hall, Elias couldn't help but notice Lucius, the Academy's star student Lucius was everything Elias wasn't - powerful, handsome and admired by everyone. His magic was nothing short of Extraordinary, and he was destined for greatness.

Lucius was practicing with a small group of students, his eyes glowing with the fiery intensity as he manipulated the Flames swirling around him. The other students watched in awe, hanging on his every word .

Elias looked away, the sting of inadequacy hitting him again. He could feel the eyes of his peers on him, the judgement, the pity. weakling. failure. Suddenly, Lucius's voice rang out his tone sharp and mocking. "what's the matter, Nightshade?" He sneered, his eyes locking onto Elias as he approached. "Lost your way to the weakling division?"

The group of students snickered, and Elias felt the heat rise in his cheeks. He hated this. He hated being the target of their radicule. But there was nothing he could do. Lucius was too strong, too powerful no one would ever listen to a failure like him.

Lucius's raised an eyebrow, his eyes glittering with amusement. " You know," he continued, his voice dripping with mockery, "you are lucky The Academy even let you in. you don't belong here. I am surprised they didn't send you straight to the garbage heap."

The words stung, but Elias didn't let it show. He could not let them see how much they hurt him.

Without saying another word, he turned and walked away, his shoulders heavy with the weight of their disdain.

THE MYSTERIOUS ENCOUNTER...

Later that evening, as Elias wandered the Academy's quieter halls, trying to avoid the other students, he found himself in the library. The shelves were filled with ancient tomes, magic scrolls, and history books that told the tales of past mages, warriors, and kings.

He has always been drawn to the books, the ones that spoke of magic, of heroes, of rulers who had shaped the world. But those stories weren't for someone like him. Those stories were of the Lucius Vorns of the world. The ones who had been born with power. The ones who could control the elements with a flick of their fingers.

As he walked between shelves, he stopped in front of a thick leather- bound book, its cover worn and faded. "The bloodline of Eldros." The title caught his attention. He had read this book before but something about it felt different tonight.

Opening the book, Elias's eyes skimmed the pages, reading the tales of the Ancient Arcane Kings, rulers who had once wielded unimaginable power. They had been born with the Bloodline of the Gods themselves, and their strength had shaped the very world.

THE MYSTERIOUS POWER AWAKENS...

As Elias closed the book, a strange sensation washed over him. It was subtle at first, just a flicker in the back of his mind. But it grew stronger, like something inside him was stirring- something ancient. Something that had been dormant for years. Power.

His heart raced. The words in the book weren't just stories. They were real.

Elias staggered back, feeling dizzy. The power inside him was awakening, rising like a storm, surging through his veins with a force rhat made him feel like he might explode. The bloodline- the Arcane kings- was inside him. The magic that he always lacked was now swirling within him, calling out to him, begging him to embrace it.

But Elias was afraid.

He wasn't ready for this. He didn't know how to control it. And yet, he couldn't deny the pull. The power was his, but it felt like it could consume him. Could he really handle it?

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and steadied himself. "I'm not a failure anymore," he whispered to himself. "I will rise."