Aetheric Chronicles: Reborn As An Extra

The morning sun cast long shadows across the Academy's courtyard as students gathered before the main announcement board. Usually, this spot would be bustling with anxious chatter about upcoming final exams, but today was different. The events of the past week had changed everything.

Aria stood at the back of the crowd, arms crossed, watching as Vice Principal's projection materialized above the announcement board. His usually stern face carried an added weight of exhaustion and grief.

"Students of the Celestial Arcane Academy," his voice resonated across the courtyard, "in light of recent events, the Council of the Academy has made several important decisions regarding the remainder of this academic year."

The crowd fell completely silent.

"First, all final academy examinations for this year are hereby canceled." He paused, allowing the murmurs to rise and fall. "Those who participated in the defense of our city have demonstrated practical application of their skills far beyond what any examination could test. Your actions during the crisis will be counted as your final assessment, and you will receive full passing marks."

His expression hardened slightly. "This includes our fallen heroes, who will be awarded their certifications posthumously."

Aria's fingers dug into her arms as she fought to maintain her composure.

"However," the Principal's tone grew stern, "there is another matter that must be addressed. Fourteen students chose to abandon their duties during the crisis. These individuals, whose names will be posted shortly, deliberately avoided participation in the city's defense, seeking only to ensure their own safety while their fellow students fought and died."

The projection's eyes swept across the gathering. "These students have demonstrated that they lack the fundamental qualities we seek to instill at this institution. Therefore, they are hereby expelled from the Celestial Arcane Academy, effective immediately. Their actions—or rather, their inaction—stands in stark contrast to everything we represent."

Whispers erupted among the students. Aria noticed a few faces in the crowd grow pale.

"Furthermore," Principal Blackwood continued, "the graduation ceremony for fourth-year students will be held next week in the Grand Magus Coliseum, combined with a remembrance ceremony for those we lost. Following this, the standard summer break will commence for two and a half months."

As the projection faded, Aria watched the crowd surge forward to read the list of expelled students. She didn't need to look. She knew none of her friends would be on that list—they had all fought bravely that night.

While some had paid the ultimate price for their courage.

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The week passed in a blur of preparations and subdued activities. The Academy seemed to exist in a strange limbo—no classes, no exams, just the weight of recent memories and the approaching ceremony hanging over everyone's heads.

Finally, the day arrived.

The Grand Magus Coliseum looked different from the last time Aria had been here. Gone were the competition arrangements, replaced by rows of chairs for graduates and their families. Black banners bearing the Academy's crest hung alongside white ones representing those who had fallen. The afternoon sun filtered through the magical barrier above, casting a gentle, almost ethereal light across the gathering.

Principal Arwen stood at the central podium, his formal robes catching the light as he surveyed the assembled crowd. Behind him sat the Council of the Academy, their faces solemn. To one side, a section had been reserved for the families of the fallen, each seat marked with a white rose.

"We gather today," the Principal began, his voice carrying clearly across the hushed coliseum, "to mark both an ending and a beginning. To celebrate achievement while honoring sacrifice. Never in the Academy's history have we held a ceremony quite like this one."

He gestured to the graduating class. "Before you sit young Awakeners who entered these halls as students and leave them as heroes. They have proven themselves not through traditional examinations, but through their actions when our city needed them most. They have demonstrated not just magical prowess, but courage, dedication, and the willingness to risk everything to protect others."

His gaze swept across the audience. "Some seats remain empty today. Some voices that should have joined in this celebration are silent. But make no mistake—they are graduates too. They earned their place here through the ultimate sacrifice."

Aria sat rigid in her chair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She could feel the weight of the empty chair beside her—the place where Adrian should have been sitting.

"To the families of our fallen," Principal Blackwood continued, his voice softening, "know that your children's names will be forever enshrined in the Academy's Hall of Heroes. Their sacrifices will never be forgotten."

He paused, then squared his shoulders. "And to our graduates—you enter a world that has been shaken to its foundations. The recent attack on our city has revealed both vulnerabilities and strengths we never knew existed. As you leave these halls, you carry with you not just the knowledge we have imparted, but the hard-won wisdom of battle and loss."

The Principal raised his hands, and the air shimmered with magical energy. Above the coliseum, images began to form—faces of those who had fallen, including Adrian's. Aria's heart clenched as she saw his calm expression, frozen in time.

"Let us begin by honoring those who gave their lives in defense of our city. As I call each name, I ask their family to come forward and receive their certification of graduation, awarded posthumously with highest honors..."

Aria watched as families approached the podium one by one, some stoic, others barely containing their grief. Each certification was accompanied by a crystal containing a magical recording of their loved one's finest moment during their time at the Academy.

Her mind wandered to Adrian's family, who couldn't come today. No, that's not right, his family was already here - Aurelia and herself.

And she knew better.

He was alive.

She would find him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

As the ceremony continued, Aria's determination only grew stronger. She would advance to the second year, but this wasn't really the end for her. It was just the beginning—the beginning of her search for Adrian, and her hunt for those responsible for his fall.