The Academy War
by Sean Scarborough
October 1st 2026
Genres: Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Three colleges, three hearts, one prophesy that will either save magic or destroy it.
On their eighteenth birthdays, three strangers are ripped from ordinary life and thrust into a hidden world that has shaped history for centuries.
Aryna awakens a rare, volatile magic that doesn’t just channel power — it absorbs and reshapes it. At the Mage War College, her dangerous gift sets her apart and draws the secret attention of those with their own agendas.
Paul is claimed by an ancient vampire bloodline and forced into brutal trials where dominance means survival. As his humanity slips away, he realizes he’s being forged into a weapon for a war older than he knows.
Dean Blackthorn, an orphan desperate to belong, bonds with a powerful Stormwing dragon in trials where most recruits die. For the first time, he has a place — and a destiny tied to coming conflict.
Separated across rival academies, each believes they are training to protect their own kind. But when a devastating attack shatters the illusion of safety, a darker truth emerges:
They are not just students. They are pieces in a game controlled by an ancient power now awakening — and the fate of magic, monsters, and humanity may rest on who learns to control it first.
by Sean Scarborough
October 1st 2026
Genres: Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Young Adult
Three colleges, three hearts, one prophesy that will either save magic or destroy it.
On their eighteenth birthdays, three strangers are ripped from ordinary life and thrust into a hidden world that has shaped history for centuries.
Aryna awakens a rare, volatile magic that doesn’t just channel power — it absorbs and reshapes it. At the Mage War College, her dangerous gift sets her apart and draws the secret attention of those with their own agendas.
Paul is claimed by an ancient vampire bloodline and forced into brutal trials where dominance means survival. As his humanity slips away, he realizes he’s being forged into a weapon for a war older than he knows.
Dean Blackthorn, an orphan desperate to belong, bonds with a powerful Stormwing dragon in trials where most recruits die. For the first time, he has a place — and a destiny tied to coming conflict.
Separated across rival academies, each believes they are training to protect their own kind. But when a devastating attack shatters the illusion of safety, a darker truth emerges:
They are not just students. They are pieces in a game controlled by an ancient power now awakening — and the fate of magic, monsters, and humanity may rest on who learns to control it first.
CHAPTER 1:
The Wish
Aryna
“Look, Aryna,” my mom said, setting down the lopsided chocolate cake she’d clearly stayed up late making—complete with uneven frosting and slightly smudged Happy 18th Birthday written in shaky pink letters—her cheerfulness seemed forced.
“Let’s try to make today as fun as we can,” she said.
I love my mom, I really do, but sometimes she drives me absolutely crazy.
“Honey, I’m not upset you were out with your friends last night. I just wanted to know where you were.”
“Disappointed, then,” I said, unable to keep the snark out of my voice.
“Aryna!” She gave me that look, the one that said I was pushing boundaries we both knew I shouldn’t cross.
Mom walked around our tiny dining table, probably to avoid saying something she’d regret. She worked two jobs while Dad pulled night shifts, and they could barely make ends meet despite doing everything they could for me. I knew that.
Knowing they were doing their best didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
All my hard work, school, science fair wins- everything my parents had always told me they were proud of yet it had come with the same quiet disappointment. They were always proud. They just weren’t always there.
I remembered the state championship for English literature, my best subject. I had stood at the front of the auditorium, looking out at the crowd while the other students’ names appeared on handmade signs. Their parents cheered, waved, and called their names.
I scanned the room anyway.
Just hoping I’d see Mom and Dad.
A smile. A wave. Anything that said, We’re here. We’re proud of you!
The last question was asked. “Who wrote The Divine Comedy”
Easy. I hit the button “Dante Alighieri,” one of my favorites.
Then I won first place.
I should have been excited, and I was. But there was a sadness underneath it, knowing I was experiencing it alone.
When it was over, I put the trophy in my backpack and went home.
It wasn’t that they were bad parents. They weren’t. They were busy. They were always cheering for me when they had the time—late at night, early in the morning, whenever our schedules happened to line up.
Just not in the moments when I wanted them there most.
Our apartment was so cramped, the dining room table took up most of the kitchen-dining room combo, leaving barely enough space to walk around it. On nights like this, with tension thick in the air, it felt even smaller. I could feel the frustration steaming from me.
I looked down at the table. The chocolate cake sat in front of me, eighteen candles flickering in the dim light of our cramped apartment kitchen. Mom’s face glowed with pride across the table, her tired eyes momentarily free of worry lines. Dad stood beside her, his arm draped around her shoulders, a rare moment of peace between them. Arguments about money were what I normally heard.
“Make a wish, Aryna,” Mom said.
I closed my eyes, feeling oddly self-conscious. Eighteen. A legal adult as of today, I felt no different than yesterday. What did one wish for when standing at the threshold of adulthood? College acceptance letters had already come and gone—mostly rejections with two waitlists. My part-time job barely covered gas money.
I wish for something extraordinary to happen, I thought, surprising myself with the childish desire. Something to make me special.
I leaned forward to blow out the candles.
The Wish
Aryna
“Look, Aryna,” my mom said, setting down the lopsided chocolate cake she’d clearly stayed up late making—complete with uneven frosting and slightly smudged Happy 18th Birthday written in shaky pink letters—her cheerfulness seemed forced.
“Let’s try to make today as fun as we can,” she said.
I love my mom, I really do, but sometimes she drives me absolutely crazy.
“Honey, I’m not upset you were out with your friends last night. I just wanted to know where you were.”
“Disappointed, then,” I said, unable to keep the snark out of my voice.
“Aryna!” She gave me that look, the one that said I was pushing boundaries we both knew I shouldn’t cross.
Mom walked around our tiny dining table, probably to avoid saying something she’d regret. She worked two jobs while Dad pulled night shifts, and they could barely make ends meet despite doing everything they could for me. I knew that.
Knowing they were doing their best didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
All my hard work, school, science fair wins- everything my parents had always told me they were proud of yet it had come with the same quiet disappointment. They were always proud. They just weren’t always there.
I remembered the state championship for English literature, my best subject. I had stood at the front of the auditorium, looking out at the crowd while the other students’ names appeared on handmade signs. Their parents cheered, waved, and called their names.
I scanned the room anyway.
Just hoping I’d see Mom and Dad.
A smile. A wave. Anything that said, We’re here. We’re proud of you!
The last question was asked. “Who wrote The Divine Comedy”
Easy. I hit the button “Dante Alighieri,” one of my favorites.
Then I won first place.
I should have been excited, and I was. But there was a sadness underneath it, knowing I was experiencing it alone.
When it was over, I put the trophy in my backpack and went home.
It wasn’t that they were bad parents. They weren’t. They were busy. They were always cheering for me when they had the time—late at night, early in the morning, whenever our schedules happened to line up.
Just not in the moments when I wanted them there most.
Our apartment was so cramped, the dining room table took up most of the kitchen-dining room combo, leaving barely enough space to walk around it. On nights like this, with tension thick in the air, it felt even smaller. I could feel the frustration steaming from me.
I looked down at the table. The chocolate cake sat in front of me, eighteen candles flickering in the dim light of our cramped apartment kitchen. Mom’s face glowed with pride across the table, her tired eyes momentarily free of worry lines. Dad stood beside her, his arm draped around her shoulders, a rare moment of peace between them. Arguments about money were what I normally heard.
“Make a wish, Aryna,” Mom said.
I closed my eyes, feeling oddly self-conscious. Eighteen. A legal adult as of today, I felt no different than yesterday. What did one wish for when standing at the threshold of adulthood? College acceptance letters had already come and gone—mostly rejections with two waitlists. My part-time job barely covered gas money.
I wish for something extraordinary to happen, I thought, surprising myself with the childish desire. Something to make me special.
I leaned forward to blow out the candles.
About the Author: Inspired by a love of immersive fantasy and the belief that books can transport readers beyond the ordinary, Sean set out to create a world that feels as real as the one we live in—a place readers can return to whenever they need an escape.
The Academy War was written through both the best and most challenging seasons of Sean’s life. Throughout that journey, writing became more than a creative outlet; it became a way to build a world filled with hope, courage, friendship, and wonder.
Sean writes from the heart, believing every character carries a purpose. Some become a source of hope, others a promise, a reminder, or a heartbreaking loss—but each one is meant to leave a lasting impression. Every scene and adventure was created with the hope that readers would become fully immersed in the story and feel connected to the people and places within it.
Seeing this world come to life and finally sharing it with readers is a dream Sean has held for years.
He hopes The Academy War is more than just a book—that it becomes a place readers can get lost in, return to again and again, and carry with them long after they turn the final page.
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