The Academy's New Adventure

Elsa Frostgard, with icy-blond hair pulled into a bun, stepped delicately onto the shimmering hallway of Starlinghold Academy, her blue gown twinkling like a winter night's dream. Students, a blend of humans and magical beings, hurried past. Starlinghold was not your average school; it floated on the riverbank, sometimes shifting between dimensions.

As Elsa headed to her art class, she spotted a small creature huddled near the entrance. It was a rotharvel, a vibrant being from another world, its scales glistening like jewels.

"Hello," Elsa called gently, her voice like a soft breeze. "Do you need help?"

Startled, the creature looked up with wide, grateful eyes. "I'm Zephr," it said, offering a tiny bow.

Elsa smiled, bending slightly to help Zephr gather its scattered books. As they walked side by side, Elsa felt a warmth bloom in her chest, like the promise of an adventure yet to unfold.

Mirror Misadventure

In the colorful art studio of Starlinghold Academy, Elsa admired the strokes of paint turning a blank canvas into something magical. Zephr, the rotharvel, sat curled on a nearby chair. His bright scales shimmered under the afternoon light as he sketched with gentle enthusiasm.

As Elsa reached for a jar of paint, her elbow grazed a heavy curtain. Suddenly, a hidden mirror was exposed. Its surface wasn't ordinary—it rippled like water. "Oh, what's this?" Elsa murmured, stepping closer.

Curiosity was her only guide. Without thinking, she extended her hand, touching the mirror's surface lightly. It felt cool, and her fingertips disappeared through the glass. Before she could react, a force pulled her in.

With a gasp, Elsa found herself surrounded by swirling colors, the studio fading away. Zephr's anxious voice echoed behind her, "Elsa! Wait!"

But it was too late. Elsa was gone, leaving behind a bewildered Zephr in the silent room, pondering what just happened.