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Charlotte has led a protected life and has been educated by the very best all through her school years. It has come time for her to begin college while not exposing whom she is. Though the professors know whom she is through their contact and friendship with her famous father, they will assist in keeping her secret as to not have any unwanted harm due to her being the only child of said billionaire Archaeologist/Businessman Jeh Knight. With her security placed throughout the campus to keep her protected she embarks upon her adventure.
On her first day of school on her way to orientation she hurries up the steps while trying to hold onto all of her books and paperwork not paying enough attention to her surroundings as she runs headlong into another student. Her books scatter as her foot slips off of the stair and she closes her eyes awaiting the pain to follow. This sort of thing would not happen at home. At home, security had been placed always in reach of her to avoid any accidents or harm that may come to her person.
After this though runs through her mind she realized that her body was not falling as expected. She cautiously opened only one eye to peek through the curls that had fallen over her forehead, finding that she was looking at a face. Not only that but a handsome face.
He had shoulder length hair that had been dyed blond. He had double eyelids, sharp jawline, full lips, straight nose, and a kind smile. He had caught her mid fall and she was leaning back at an awkward angle, her body close to his, touching his, her heart racing. She immediately composed herself standing up while blushing.

They called him the Ashborn, not just a title, but a mockery.

In the divine order of the Aurealis Academy, where angels trained, ranked, and rose according to the purity of their light, Elias Vorne was the standing joke. No wings fully formed at sixteen. No light is strong enough to pass a standard test. The weakest initiative in three centuries of recorded history, they said, which was not the kind of record anyone wanted to hold.

He had heard it so many times, he had stopped flinching.

"Nothing. Again."

The Seraph Commander's voice was flat as a blade laid on a table. Around the testing hall, two hundred initiates watched Elias pull his hand back from the sacred flame that had burned bright gold for every student before him and produced, for him, nothing at all. Not a flicker, nor a glow, nor even the faint warmth that the weakest angels managed.

His palm had come back cold.

"Perhaps Ashborn needs another year."

The laughter was not unkind, exactly. It was the laughter of people who had stopped taking something seriously. Elias stood in front of two hundred divine initiates and let it wash over him the way he had learned to, like water over stone. You cannot erode stone with laughter. You cannot break what has been decided; it will not break.

What none of them knew, what Elias himself did not know, was why the flame went cold when he touched it.

Not because he had no power, but because what lived inside him was not light.

Somewhere in the city beyond the Academy walls, a woman with ink-dark eyes and the patient stillness of someone who had been waiting a very long time looked up from her work and felt the moment the seal shifted.