us new student at "Gladion's Ancient School of Magicians." Having traveled all the way from the distant town o

his creativity to dance upon it. His right palm cradled his jaw as he gripped a wet pencil, traces of tears mingling with the graphite.

image that had eluded him, a portrayal of negritude, vanished entirely. He sat upright, newfound determination coursing thr

nce of his thoughts. A sudden pause, a deep breath, and a sip from a coffee cup marked a moment of contemplation. Alexi

osely at the masterpiece he had created. It was a feat he never imagined himself achieving. Drawing, particularly the ancient images of philosophers and mythological events required in Gladion's

excitement, flying up onto his bed, ready to embrace the sweet release of sleep after the triumph of conquering his artistic challenges. Little did Alexis know that

golden hues on the palace and the humble tent that sheltered Alexis. Birds chirped a melod

adorned with the intricacies of his artistic prowess, served as a tangible reminder of his newfound confidence. Lit

Fellow students, unaware of the magical undercurrents within him, admired the masterpiece he had created. Som

et, it wasn't long before a more profound transformation began to manifest within him. Unknown to Alexis, his presen

oached him. The hood obscured the face, but a faint glow emanated from within. The stranger spoke

art is but a reflection of the power that courses through you," t

found himself drawn to the ancient library of Gladion. There, he stumbled upon dusty tomes that

n his shoulders. The crown that Linda had witnessed dripping with a mysterious substance, the sinister transformation

s a conduit for magical energies. As he practiced his art, he unraveled the threads of the pro

will guide Gladion through the looming shadows. The town's ancient magic awaited its true wielder, and in Alexis, a seemingly ordinar