Stella Lockheed
Feels like I'm about to step into Narnia or something, I thought as I cautiously descended the stone staircase that had been hidden behind the bookshelf in the Headmistress's office. Each step sent echoes reverberating through the chamber, a place I had never imagined existed in Moonlit Academy.
As I descended, the torches lining the walls magically ignited one by one, casting a warm and flickering glow that chased away the darkness. It was like a scene out of a fantasy novel, but here I was, living it.
The chamber had an otherworldly ambiance that felt both enchanting and eerie. The walls were hewn from ancient stone, and strange symbols were etched into their surface, glowing softly in response to the torchlight. The air was thick with the scent of old books and someth
