Julianna POV
“My name is Julianna Harris,” I began softly. “I recently found out I’m a Chronokeeper. My past self was called Wanda Chronos.”
At that name, Oberis Faelora, the Fairy King, froze. His eyes flickered with recognition.
“I don’t remember much of her life,” I said quickly. “I don’t even know how I got the key. My past self gave it to my mother for safekeeping, but it was stolen by a woman named Kira. Somehow it ended up with Principal Blackwood. Now it’s missing again.”
Nox Windbourne’s tone was soft but cold. “You tampered with time. And time always demands a price. You may not have paid it yet, but you will.”
Draven Stoneheart snorted. “You lot talk too much. The girl saved the whole bloody school. Maybe show some gratitude before we decide to roast her.”
Nerida’s voice rippled like the sea. “And if her next act kills us all?”
Tepes Thane finally spoke, his tone calm, unyielding.
“She’s not our enemy. She fought aga
Julianna POVThe council chamber buzzed with power and tension so thick it could choke you. The air shimmered faintly with divine mana — the residue of beings too ancient, too powerful, to belong in this realm for long.The debate had raged for what felt like hours, and even though I was chained and silent, every word pierced my chest like a dagger.“Lock her away,” Alpha Magnus Greyfang growled, his massive claws drumming against the marble table. “Before her power becomes a threat to every soul in this realm.”“Magnus, she’s a child,” Seraphine Dawnfire interjected, flames licking faintly around her form. “A frightened child who saved hundreds.”Magnus slammed a fist down. “Children can burn worlds too, Seraphine. You should know that better than anyone.”The Phoenix Matriarch narrowed her eyes. “And yet, when the flames rise, we teach them to control it. Not cage them.”Elarion Silvergrove, the Elf King, raised a pale hand. “Emotio
Lily POVAfter Julianna was taken to the school courtyard, the entire campus fell silent. The air felt heavier, as if the sky itself was mourning. It seemed like all hope was gone.We gathered again in Julianna’s room — or what was left of it. Cracked walls, broken floorboards. Lyra sat on the bed, arms crossed, her eyes red from fear of what is going to happen to her bestfriend.“So, what do we do now?” Caleb asked, pacing restlessly.Scott slammed his hand against the wall, leaving a faint scorch mark. “We don’t wait, that’s what we do. I say we bust open that door and drag her out of there!”Lyra shot up. “Are you crazy? That’s the High Council! You might as well hand them your head first.”Scott glared at her. “Then what do you suggest, huh? We sit here while they chain her like an animal?”Cameron sighed, rubbing his temples. “We could… maybe try reasoning? Beg them to let her go?”Everyone turned to him.
Julianna POV“My name is Julianna Harris,” I began softly. “I recently found out I’m a Chronokeeper. My past self was called Wanda Chronos.”At that name, Oberis Faelora, the Fairy King, froze. His eyes flickered with recognition.“I don’t remember much of her life,” I said quickly. “I don’t even know how I got the key. My past self gave it to my mother for safekeeping, but it was stolen by a woman named Kira. Somehow it ended up with Principal Blackwood. Now it’s missing again.”Nox Windbourne’s tone was soft but cold. “You tampered with time. And time always demands a price. You may not have paid it yet, but you will.”Draven Stoneheart snorted. “You lot talk too much. The girl saved the whole bloody school. Maybe show some gratitude before we decide to roast her.”Nerida’s voice rippled like the sea. “And if her next act kills us all?”Tepes Thane finally spoke, his tone calm, unyielding.“She’s not our enemy. She fought aga
Julianna POVThe day seemed like any other. The sun shone faintly through the broken towers of Paranormal High, and the smell of burnt stone still lingered in the air.But deep down, I knew it wasn’t an ordinary morning.Last night, none of us could come up with a convincing argument for the Council. No words that could justify reversing time or defying death.Maybe today we’ll think of something, I told myself. Maybe.Then, before breakfast even came, the sky split open.The light dimmed as shadows spread across the horizon, swirling with colors no mortal should ever see. Every student froze mid-step, their conversations fading into silence as the air itself trembled.Lily looked up, her eyes wide. “They’re here…”Lightning forked across the clouds, and from that storm descended nine beings of impossible power. Their very presence made the ground hum beneath our feet.Even the wind knelt before them.One by one,
Julianna POVI was back in my old house.The peeling wallpaper, the creak of the floorboards — it was exactly as I remembered it.“Why am I here?” I whispered, looking around.No one answered.Then I saw her.Me.A small child, maybe seven or eight, clutching the edge of my old blanket, her eyes too old for her tiny face.“Ahhh—” I stumbled back, my heart hammering. But then I exhaled. “Oh. It’s just you.”“You brought the dead back to life,” my past self said, her voice echoing unnaturally. “That’s a big no-no.”“I… I didn’t know,” I stammered. “I don’t even know how—”“Time must be balanced. For your actions, somebody must die.”Her words hit like a blade to my chest.“Wait!” I reached for her. “Wait, what do you mean?”But she was already fading like mist.I woke with a jolt, gasping for air, my sheets damp with sweat.By the next morning we were healed enough to be sen
Julianna POVThe clinic was quieter now, though the smell of herbs and the faint groans of the wounded filled the air. I sat at the edge of the bed, Lyra beside me, her arms still looped tightly around mine like if she let go, I’d vanish.For a long while neither of us spoke.Finally, Lyra broke the silence. Her voice trembled. “Julie… I thought… I thought you hated me. After what happened with Kira. I thought you’d never forgive me.”Tears blurred my vision. “I didn’t hate you, Lyra. I was angry, yes. But hate? No. Never. You were my first real friend here. You… you were my family. And when I saw you die—” My throat closed. “It felt like I’d lost everything.”Lyra’s lip quivered, guilt heavy in her eyes. “I made mistakes. I was stupid. I’m was sorry.”I grabbed her hands, squeezing them tight. “You don’t need to say sorry. You’re here now. That’s all that matters. You’re alive, Lyra. Do you know how terrified I was? I thought I’d never hear