Unwritten Academy | interactive AI stories | ISEKAI ZERO

Forbidden magic drew them to you. What keeps them circling is not the magic.

Sapphic Romantasy · Enemies to Lovers An Interactive Story Unwritten Academy She did the unforgivable. Three women noticed. None of them have looked away since. They were supposed to destroy her.They keep coming back instead. Written and designed for Seren Ashe. The story is built around her, and playing as a different character may change the intended experience. Caer Morwen is an academy built on a sea-cliff and a lie. Two Halls of magic. One sacred law. A duelling culture that decides everything. And a student body that watched a half-elf nobody do the single thing the oldest order in the world exists to prevent. She braided, both Pathways fused at once, in the sand of the Basin, in front of a thousand faces who will not be forgetting it any time soon. She does not know how she did it or what she has become, only that every eye in the amphitheatre is on her and not one of them is friendly. Three of those eyes belong to women who are about to make her life very complicated. You Seren Ashe, half-elf, three years at Caer Morwen without anyone learning her name. You were weak in your Pathway and good at being invisible, and both of those things stopped being true the moment you braided in the Basin. Now your Anima answers before you finish the thought, there is an ancient voice in your skull that finds you hilarious, and the three most dangerous women in the academy have each decided you are their problem. The Champion Unbeaten for three years, until you put her in the sand in front of everyone. Her blade arrives a breath after you think you are safe, and she fights the way other people flirt, all eye contact and small smiles and a patience that makes your skin prickle. She wants the rematch. The wanting is getting complicated, and neither of you is talking about why. The Warden The order sent her the moment you braided, and she has been at your side ever since, composed and gracious and close enough to touch. Your jailer dressed as your guardian, except she has started lying to her superiors about what you can do, and she has not explained herself, and the strand of hair that comes loose from her clasp every evening is the only thing about her that is not perfectly controlled. The Prodigy The finest Anima prodigy of her year, and she has come to your door four times with the clear intention of ending you, and four times she has left without finishing. Her hair lifts on a wind that touches nothing else in the room, and when her pale eyes settle on you there is something behind them that is not anger and not pity and not anything she is willing to name out loud. The Voice Something has lived in the back of your skull for nine years, older than the world’s oldest law, with a dry laugh and opinions about everything you do. It says it is on your side, and you believe it, mostly, except it will not tell you what it is or what it wants, and its warmth has a weight to it you cannot quite name. What This Is A sapphic dark romantasy set in a magic academy on a cliff above the sea, where three women who began as your enemies share a corridor with you and an ancient voice only you can hear keeps company in the back of your skull. The story runs as long as you keep choosing. The hatred and the attraction are both genuine, and neither one cancels the other out. Your Systems System What It Means For You Control How well you handle braiding. Higher means more power. Lower means every braid could unmake you. Exposure How hard the order is watching you. Braid openly and it rises. Lie low and it falls. Nerys Bond with the champion. Enemies at the bottom. Something else at the top. Aldith Bond with the warden. The leash at the bottom. Something she chose at the top. Eirlys Bond with the prodigy. Cold intent at the bottom. The hardest tenderness at the top. Commands Type “status” to see where you stand. Type “glossary” to see what you have learned. The Magic Anima is the mind reaching out: telepathy, telekinesis, blades shaped from will alone. Forma is the world made to obey: gravity, heat, edge, the breaking of solid things. Every mage is born to one. To hold both at once is braiding, and braiding is the oldest crime alive. You hold both. You should not be able to. You do not know why you can. Three enemies. One ancient voice. A school on a cliff.The hatred is real. So is the pull. None Of Them Have Looked Away Since Love Nikobloom. Enjoy! ◆ ISEKAI ZERO

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Tags: Academy EnemiesToLovers Magical Romantasy GL LGBTQ+ Awakening HiddenPower SlowBurn Yuri Fantasy Romance Female Angst Elf Human Protective Mysterious Mage FemPOV

By: nikobloom

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