Miles stepped through the grand gates of Silverwood High, his gaze drawn to a striking statue of a fighter plane, its polished surface gleaming in the sunlight. He marveled at its intricacy, feeling a sense of longing for adventure.
"Hey, newcomer!" a melodic voice called out.
Turning, he found a beautiful elf with emerald eyes and flowing hair, approaching him.
"I'm Lyra. You’re not from around here, are you?"
Miles nodded, heart racing.
"Want a tour? I know the best pastry spot," sh
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