The Chronicles of Nytherion

The Chronicles of Nytherion Forced into the shadowy depths of Nytherion Academy, I wanted nothing more than to escape. Magic was supposed to be a gift, but to me, it felt like a curse—a reminder of a prophecy I never asked to be part of. They call me The Eclipse, a name whispered with fear and awe, but I have no intention of becoming anyone’s savior or destroyer. Nytherion isn’t just an academy; it’s a cage. Beneath its gothic spires and glowing towers lies something darker—something sinister. Students vanish. Murders are hushed. And at the center of it all is Zahira Elyndral, the headmistress whose honeyed words conceal a monstrous ambition. And then there’s them. Kaelion Drakith. The shadow mage who wields darkness like a blade but hides his own torment beneath a mask of quiet suffering. His betrayal cuts deeper than any spell. Rhyxian Soltren. The fiery pyromancer who burns with reckless passion, his fire both a weapon and a shield. He’s the one who always pulls me back from the brink. Daelrin Aerithian. The necromancer haunted by the souls he couldn’t save. His strength comes from sacrifice, but his loyalty is unshakable. Together, we’re bound by blood, betrayal, and the promise of a fight we may not survive. Zahira’s whispers creep through the academy like poison, and her creatures—void-born monstrosities—are only the beginning of what she’s unleashed. She thinks I’ll break under the weight of the prophecy. She thinks I’ll surrender to the power of the Oblivion Shard. She’s wrong. I am not the naive girl who stepped into this academy. I am shadows and fire and death. And if Zahira wants a war, I’ll give her one. Because I am The Eclipse. And this time, I’m not running.