Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

As the moonlight painted a silvery tapestry in the night sky, Jaegar found himself wrapped in a cocoon of conversation with Daratrine and Felaern.

They spoke of how they had come to know his mother, sharing stories of her wisdom, grace, and boundless kindness. The tales they wove together felt like a warm embrace, and Jaegar found himself opening up to them as if he were speaking with long-lost family.

Daratrine's voice, with its soothing cadence, was a balm to his soul, encouraging him to share his own experiences. Hours passed in the gentle exchange of words, and it felt as though time itself had become a fleeting companion on their journey. your chapter source MVL EMPYR

Eventually, the celestial swan began its descent, returning them to the academy. The bittersweet moment of parting had arrived, and as they bid their farewells, Jaegar felt a sense of comfort and belonging that he had never known before.

They came from faraway lands only to save him. And the way Ashfield addressed them, Jaegar knew that they must be royals, but they treated Jaegar as if he were next of kin.

With a heartfelt promise, Jaegar vowed, "I will visit you soon in Autumnhold. Until then."

And as the swan carried him back to the familiar surroundings of the academy, he couldn't help but remember the hooded figure.

They left him in the academy, bid him farewell for now, and flew away on the majestic swan.

Jaegar, his thoughts still preoccupied by the encounter with Daratrine and Felaern, turned to see Ashfield waiting for him on the academy grounds. Without delay, Ashfield cut straight to the heart of the matter.

"Why did they come here in the dead of night?" Ashfield questioned, his curiosity clear in his unwavering gaze.

Jaegar, still enveloped in the bizarre aura of his nighttime encounter, shared a measured response with Ashfield. "They came to meet me, as they said. They informed me that they were acquainted with my mother," he replied, his words chosen carefully.

The hooded figure's existence remained concealed, a matter he intended to address on his own terms when the right moment presented itself.

Ashfield's curiosity remained unabated as he probed further. "Do you know who they are?" he inquired, his brow furrowing with concern.

Jaegar nodded thoughtfully. "Royal elves, as you mentioned earlier," he confirmed.

"Yes, they are. They've never once ventured into human lands since your mother's time here. They've maintained a distinct detachment from humans, treating them as lesser beings. Yet, here they are, seeking you out in the dead of night."

Ashfield, worry etching lines on his face, offered a heartfelt caution. "Jaegar, you must exercise caution. You understand that, don't you?"

Jaegar met Ashfield's concern with resolve. "Headmaster, there's no need to worry. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself," he assured, his tone carrying an air of determination.

With that, he withdrew, returning to his room to reflect on the night's events, particularly the elusive hooded figure who had crossed his path with unsettling ease.

Lost in thought, the night passed, and with the arrival of morning, Jaegar resumed his academic pursuits.

The end of the year had arrived, and preparations for its culmination were underway.

As the year-end approached, the academy buzzed with the feverish energy of students preparing for their final exams. Students were consumed by a relentless regimen of studying, poring over textbooks, and revising lecture notes. The library became his sanctuary, and the hours melted away as he delved into the depths of his subjects.

And then the day of reckoning arrived. The exams began with students filing into the grand examination hall, nerves and excitement palpable in the air. The questions were demanding, the practical demonstrations exacting, and the written essays required nothing short of brilliance.

Days turned into weeks as exams covered a range of magical disciplines, from transmutation to enchantment and divination to elemental manipulation. Each test was a crucible of knowledge and skill, pushing students to their limits.

But as the last exam concluded, a sense of relief washed over the academy. Students exchanged weary smiles, knowing that they had given their all. The exams were finally behind them, and they could look forward to a well-deserved break.

With the exams done, the students scattered to their homes and various holiday destinations, seeking respite from their academic pursuits. Jaegar, too, made his way home, ready to embrace the warmth of family and the tranquility of the summer break.

Returning home had never held as much joy for Jaegar as it did on this occasion.

He stood at the door, the anticipation building as he waited for the familiar sound of the door unlocking.

It wasn't long before he heard the telltale clicks, and the door swung open to reveal another woman – Tabitha.

A surprise was mirrored in both their expressions.

"Oh! If it isn't the handsome nephew," Tabitha exclaimed in her trademark boisterous voice. She wasted no time in making her presence known. "Diana, your nephew's back!" she called out, her voice echoing through the house.

Jaegar couldn't help but smile at Tabitha's hearty welcome.

Yet, the best was yet to come. He heard hurried footsteps approaching, and Diana emerged before him. She was dressed in everyday attire, with an apron adding a touch of homeliness to her appearance. Her face, radiant with warmth and love, lit up as she greeted him.

"My baby boy, you're home!" Diana exclaimed, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She enveloped Jaegar in a warm, tight embrace as if trying to make up for all the time they had spent apart.