Adrian's Awakening: Wake up in the magical world

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Adrián stopped in front of the mansion, carefully observing the structure. It was an old, but well-preserved building, with dark stone walls and stained-glass that reflected the dim light of the moon. Despite his imposing appearance, he did not seem an abandoned place. On the contrary, it gave the feeling that someone, or something, expected it.

He breathed deeply and firmly sustained the bewitched key. As soon as he took a step towards the main door, the huge crunchy wood gate opened with a prolonged sound. The interior was illuminated by floating candlesticks that projected fanciful shadows on the walls adorned with ancient tapestries.

Adrián crossed the threshold and, at the same moment he did it, the door closed behind him with a dry blow. His heart accelerated by the shock, but soon calmed down when he noticed that the atmosphere of the place was not threatening. It was as if the house was evaluating it, recognizing it as its new resident.

He advanced cautiously through the wide lobby, where a large pendulum clock marked the passage of time with an accompanied echo. There was a snail staircase that led to the upper floor and several doors closed to the sides of the hall.

"Welcome, Adrián," a voice echoed in the air, making him a jerk.

Adrián turned quickly, looking for the origin of the voice, but he did not see anyone.

"Who is there?" He asked, feeling a chill to travel his back.

The candlestick light titled, and a figure began to materialize in front of him. She was an ethereal appearance, with dark hair and a period dress that moved lightly, as if she were suspended in the air. His eyes, of a bright silver tone, watched him with a mixture of curiosity and determination.

"I am Eleonor, the guardian soul of this house," said the woman with a firm but warm voice. "I have served the director Roxanne for many years, and now I will be your guide in this home."

Adrián blinked, trying to process the information. I knew that in this world, magic was common, but face to face with a spirit was something completely different.

Even more when in their previous life, souls knew themselves as ghosts, in sorrow that they were often very scary and nothing good as it appeared to be.

"A Guardian soul?" He repeated with disbelief. "Does that mean that this house is ... delighted?"

Eleonor smiled slightly. "Not in the sense that you imagine. The mansion is a shelter, a place protected by ancient spells. Here you will be safe, but you must also show that you are worthy of inhabiting it."

Adrián felt a chill in the neck. "Worthy? What do you mean by that?"

Before Eleonor could answer, a sound resonated from inside the house. It was a distant whisper, as if the walls themselves were whispering forgotten secrets. The candlestick light flicked again, projecting deeper shadows in the dark corners.

"Time will say it," said Eleonor enigmatically. "For now, I will show you your room. Tomorrow, your true test will begin."

Adrián felt a knot to form in his stomach. The director Roxanne had given her a home, but at what price? Something told him that this house hid more secrets than I could imagine. And that he would discover them soon, he liked it or not.

What kind of tests should he perform to be worthy of living there? Be a good student? Yes, it was bread ate for him, in his past life he was always very good student, for that reason, they almost always gave scholarships to continue studying, in his past life, he had a promising future, but that was before his illness He worsened and now, he died to be reborn and demonstrate in another life that he is the best.

What else should it do? Be a good child? Well, that already depended on how well the director Roxanne could be treated, if she really wanted to adopt him as her son, both he and she had to put a little on her part to carry a good relationship. In addition, he had already shown that he was a person worthy of deserving at the Dark Side Academy for specialists, and with his first battle, he had proven to be the best despite having been a beginner and almost having been defeated at first, So what is that test that he should do to stay in that house forever?

Adrián followed Eleonor through the corridors of the mansion, observing every corner of the place. The walls were decorated with portraits of magicians and witches from past times, his eyes seemed to follow him with a mixture of curiosity and scrutiny.

"I hope they don't bother you," Eleonor said when he noticed his gaze. "They are the old residents of the house. Everyone had to prove their worth before being accepted here."

Adrián frowned. "And what kind of proof is this?"

The Guardian smiled with an enigmatic air. "Each test is different, depending on the person. This house recognizes its owner, but also challenges it."

Before Adrián could insist with more questions, Eleonor stopped in front of a dark wooden door with intricate engravings of bright runes. With a gesture, the door opened and revealed a warm and spacious room. There was a bed with canopy, a solid wood desk and a large window that gave the forest that surrounded the mansion.

"This is your room," said Eleonor. "Rest, because tomorrow you will face your test."

Adrián entered the room with caution. Despite the cozy appearance, there was something in the air that kept him alert. He turned to ask Eleonor something, but the woman had disappeared without making noise. Sighing, he left his key on the desk to never lose it and always remember to take her with all part, or otherwise, he would never remember the way back home, and also, he would end up being scolded by director Roxanne, And then he dropped into bed, without being able to prevent his mind from wandering.

Throughout his past life, he had fought to be the best. In the Dark Side Academy, it had shown that its potential was real. But now, in the face of this new test, he could not help asking himself if he would really live up to expectations.

The dream claimed him little by little, and when he finally closed his eyes, he found himself in a strange dream. He was standing in a dark living room, surrounded by shadows that whispered his name. In front of him, a golden mirror reflected his image, but something was not right. His reflection smiled malice and spoke to his own voice:

"Let's see if you are worthy, Adrián."

A chill toured his body when his reflection extended his hand and crossed the surface of the mirror. Everything darkened, and felt as if he were falling into an endless abyss.

The test had begun.

And Adrián wasn't sure to know if he would win it.

He trusted his intuition.