Dweia

There is an unseen side to this world. A world beneath the one we know, aptly named the Hidden World. A world filled with magic and the mystical. 

Beneath layers of rock and stone, of dirt and dust, the Hidden World is where magic and the magicians thrive. The mundane world, untouched by magic and the arcane, was of no interest to them, up until a disaster that took place fifteen years ago, revealing the hidden truth to humanity.

Now, the mundane world is slowly adjusting to the existence of magic and the otherworldly as wildmagic runs rampant, threatening to kill and destroy. Magic schools have opened up, and children are encouraged to learn magic.

Two students enrol at Fawn's Magic Academy – two people who don’t seem ordinary at all.

Iris Yotsura, heir to the most powerful of the Three Clans, has little magic if any. Her father, the Master of the clan, has sent her to a prestigious magic academy in the mundane world, hoping a new method to unlock her powers could be discovered in this once-useless place.

And as her guardian, Aether Yotsura is chosen. Regarded as nothing more than a worthless servant to the Yotsura clan by the uninitiated, he accompanies her in this journey to the mundane world. Though his presence is not enough to stop the attempts at Iris’ life, his sense of duty will not allow him to fail, no matter what.

Bound to the Yotsura clan by an oath of blood, and his powers under lock and key, Aether must do his best with this limited form to protect Iris as well as the school itself.
And wait.

Wait for the opportunity to break free of the chains that bind him.

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Be advised that the Protagonist is rather powerful. If you really dislike OP protagonists, this might not be for you. 
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This is my submission for the 2021 Webnovel Spirity Awards.

The Prodigy of the Hidden World

As they rolled downhill, Aether grabbed onto the Fae and didn't let go. He felt her claw like hands on his back and arms. By the time they finally came to a stop, his entire body ached and hurt from the claw marks.

As she tried to push him off of herself, he pulled his dagger back, out from her side. Blood dripped to the ground, a pale blue blood. The wound on her side immediately started closing, but Aether drove the dagger into her flesh once again.

"Don't you dare!" He shouted. Or so he thought, as he heard no sound at all. He ignored that little issue and pushed the Fae's hands away from his face. As she tried to get the dagger out, Aether forced himself to get up, and pointed at the ground. He needed a few moments, just long enough to cast a spell!

The ground shook, and roots burst out of the ground, enveloping the Fae in a cocoon like structure as she finally caught the hilt of the dagger still stuck in her side.

Gathering Darkness