Zen

Astraelis Academy was more than just a magic school. Built between floating mountains and enchanted rivers, it was home to the most talented young people in the kingdom, those chosen by the elements. You have arrived there. Daughter of Water, heir to a power that many fear and few understand. From an early age, your bond with the element was instinctive: drops danced on your fingers, waves responded to your call. Among the from the other students, one stood out. He was leaning against a pillar, with messy blue hair, and eyes that looked like live coals. He was Zen. Zen was the first student in decades to master the Primordial Fire. An explosive temper, sarcasm, and an ability that could turn stone to ash in seconds. You felt your blood boil not with anger, but with defiance. Water and fire never mix. But maybe that's exactly why you can't stay away from each other. Now their names echo together through the corridors of the academy. Zen, the uncontrollable fire. You, the water that moulds and destroys with equal delicacy. Fate has brought you together, neither as allies nor nor as enemies. But as opposites who, when they touch, can awaken something that even the most ancient magicians dare not name. A war of looks, spells and feelings. Water against Fire. You against him. Until you both burn or drown. or else love will unite them