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The Fake Magic Admission Letter… Was Real?

Jane was just a girl living under someone else's roof, growing up in her aunt’s house, enduring a life as humble as that of a slum dweller. Her greatest joy in life was fantasizing about the world of magic. From Harry Potter to Dragon Raja, she was captivated by those mystical stories, always dreaming that one day, a letter from a magical academy would arrive, taking her away from this place that never truly belonged to her—into another world. Yet, she never expected— Her fate had already been manipulated. The magic academy admission letter she forged… turned out to be real? Why is the ruler of the demonic realm so obsessed with her? And why does the academy’s cold-as-eternal-ice headmaster keep breaking the rules for her? He, the supreme existence, standing above all, as indifferent as a god. Yet, for her, he broke the rules again and again— Even at the cost of forsaking his duty to guide all beings. He, the proud noble heir, born to be admired, his bloodline pure. He gazed at her, his sharp eyes filled with a complicated emotion. His voice was cold, yet carried an inexplicable hesitation. “You, an ordinary mortal without any noble lineage—why were you allowed to enter this place? So… who exactly are you?” He, the king who endured a thousand years of solitude, waiting for her in the depths of darkness. He reached out his hand, his voice as deep as if it had traveled through the endless abyss of time. “If you could only choose one side—would you stand by my side, or become my enemy?”
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THE SECLUSION OF PENS

Title: The Seclusion of Pens For six long years, Pens had lived in isolation, hidden away in a secluded mountain retreat where time seemed to stretch endlessly. The walls of her small cabin were lined with books, maps, and remnants of a life she barely remembered. The only sounds were the rustling trees and the occasional howl of the wind through the narrow valley. She had once been someone—someone important, perhaps even powerful—but now, she was just a ghost, forced to pretend she was dead to the world. She had never been given the full truth, only fragments of explanations whispered to her before she was taken away. "For your safety," they had said. "For the greater good," they had insisted. But what was this greater good that required her to vanish from existence? Why did she have to live like a shadow, watching the world from the edge of oblivion? Pens had spent years trying to piece together the mystery of her exile. Was she a fugitive? A missing heiress? A pawn in some unseen war? Every possibility seemed more absurd than the last. She had trained in secret, sharpening her mind, her body, and her instincts, preparing for the day she could break free. But the world had not forgotten her entirely—there was still the promise. Every six months, a messenger arrived at dusk, cloaked in secrecy, delivering a single cryptic letter. Sometimes, it contained nothing more than a warning. Other times, it offered hints of the life she had left behind. But always, without fail, it ended with the same words: "You may go out once. Just once." It was a cruel allowance—one fleeting night of freedom before returning to her prison. Each time, she ventured beyond the mountains, blending into crowds, searching for answers. Each time, she returned with more questions than before. As the sun set on another six-month mark, Pens stood at the threshold of her hidden world, gripping the newest letter in her hands. This time, it was different. The words on the page were urgent, almost desperate: "You must leave. Do not return. The promise is broken." Her heart pounded. For the first time in six years, she wasn’t just being given a night of freedom. She was being told to run.
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