Chapter 6: Chapter 6 – The Forest Awakens
The announcement came like thunder across Arcane Academy.
> Professor Eldren: "Your first field mission begins now. You will explore the newly manifested territory — the Forest of Mistwood."
A mysterious forest cloaked in dense mist, rumored to appear overnight, pulsing with wild magic.
> Team 3 was chosen:
Show – Fire
Drake – Ice
Karen – Attract
Lyra – Plant
Presto – Thunder
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🌫️ Entering Mistwood
The team stood at the edge of the forest. The mist swirled unnaturally, vines coiling through the air like snakes. It was silent — no wind, no birdsong. Just the breath of something unseen.
Drake: "We stay together. One wrong move here could get us lost — or worse."
Show, cracking a grin: "So dramatic. It's just fog, right?"
Karen: "And this is why I said you're reckless."
Presto sparked his fists with a laugh.
Lyra, hands glowing green, whispered to the roots below:
"Something's wrong. The forest… it's alive."
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🌳 Ambush of the Forest
Without warning — the ground shook.
Suddenly, trees lunged, their branches stretching like claws. Vines erupted from the soil. The forest itself had awakened — and it was attacking.
A massive trunk crashed down where Show had been standing — he flipped back, flames blazing.
Show: "Now that's more like it!"
Drake raised a wall of ice just in time to block a sweep of razor leaves.
Karen, eyes glowing pink, tried to control the moving trees, but the forest's magic resisted her.
Presto shouted: "Lyra! Can't you control this?!"
Lyra, terrified but focused, pressed her hands to the mossy earth.
"I'll try — but this isn't normal plant magic. This forest is cursed!"
Vines coiled around her arms like they were fighting back.
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⚔️ The Real Test Begins
The five students split into formation, magic crackling in the foggy light.
Show spun forward, cloaked in fire.
Drake summoned sharp shards of frost to pierce the roots.
Presto launched bolts of lightning through the branches.
Karen activated a psychic pulse, slowing the vines near her.
Lyra fought to hold the forest at bay, calling out:
"Something's buried deep here — I can feel it!"
But the forest wasn't retreating.
It was waking up.
> TO BE CONTINUED