“I need to know why I am here and why my mom would ask me to search for a Darynem before she died” i asked Yoda
“I don’t have all the answers, but what i know is that, you are the Darynem Princess who was taken to Anoryl years ago” she replies
“Come with me, I know something that might help” she turns around and walks out of the room. I scramble quickly to follow her, barely able to keep up with her long strides. If I thought the room I was in was beautiful, this hallway was magnificent. The tall ceilings with beautiful antique artistry made me feel like I was in a palace. “Is this place a palace?” I asked “You still haven’t figured it out?”
After walking for what felt like an eternity we stopped before a grand door that was at least 9 feet tall. Yoda gently pulls down the handle and ushers herself in, I follow closely behind her. Upon entering I gasped at the sight before me. I stood before the largest library I had ever been in. The rows of books stretch so high up that I had to crank up my neck to see where it ends. And before me were hundreds and hundreds of shelves. “This place is beautiful” I exclaimed. “This is one of the libraries. Holds the most ancient knowledge” Yoda replies. “One! You have more?”
But she was already on her way out, gently closing the door behind her. I couldn’t help but think of how graceful Darynem were. Such a sharp contrast from what we had been taught back in Anoryl. I took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the library. Where would I even start? “The oldest books are at the farthest shelves, history books below and magic above. That’s the order” a voice echoed from down the lane. Out of the shadows emerged a thin and tall old lady. She had thin glasses that were propped on the bridge of her nose but couldn't hide her bright orange eyes. She was beautiful with her pale blonde hair that tumbled beyond her shoulders in waves. “Thank you”, I muttered. I still had my guard up against these people, they still are murderers after all. She walked past me and back into the shadows… gracefully.
I crouched down in front of the shelf before me, looking for my first history book on the dreadful Darynem. I reached for a random book with a red hardcover. “Glaciers”
“You’re not going to find what you’re looking for in that book”, a deep voice bellowed from behind me. I jumped. Do these people just materialize out of nothing? I don't even hear them walk. He chuckled. I’m sorry I startled you. I stood up from my crouching position, turning around in the process to face him. I came face to face with a demigod. I could get lost in his cloudy gray eyes. His chiseled face, and snow white skin. He had strikingly dark hair, which fell into his eyes. Quite different from the other Darynem I had seen so far. “My name is Mateo Sorvo” he said gently, taking my hand and kissing it. “You must be Princess Arina,” he asked. I felt blood rush to my face at his charm. “N-no, I mean yes but I- ”, huffed, frustrated. I wished that the ground would swallow me up that instant. “My name is Violette, not Arina, and I am not a princess” I said with the boldest voice I could master. Taking my hand out of his hold.
“So I’ve heard. My apologies Miss …”
“Violet. Violet Sinkette” I said
“Yes Violette. Pleasure to meet such a beauty like you.” he spoke again, bringing back my embarrassing blush
“We are about to have dinner soon, would you care to join us?” he asked
Dinner with Darynem? I had almost forgotten the situation that I was in. My mother was just murdered by own people and I had been kidnapped by the dreaded Darynem.
“I would rather starve to death than join you for dinner!” i spat
The shock was evident in his eyes before he regained composure “We lot, as you call us, just saved your life. If you have any respect for the sacrifice of Meredith, you would join us for dinner” he retorted calmly, turned on his heels and walked out of the library.
My only shot at getting out of here was piecing the puzzle that lay before me. And dining with the enemy was the first step. My stomach grumbled in response.
They did have amazing food.
“Wait, I’m coming!” I yelled as I ran for the door, remembering to carry the book I picked along with me.
The cold night air bites at my skin, but I barely feel it. My senses are still tangled with her—her energy, her fire, the way her pulse thrummed beneath my fingers when I adjusted her stance. The way she almost—I shake the thought away. Whatever almost happened was a mistake. It had to be.But as we walk in silence toward her quarters, I can still feel the ghost of her warmth lingering on my skin. I shouldn’t have come to Anoryl, shouldn’t have risked crossing the glaciers, shouldn’t have thrown myself into enemy territory for someone I didn’t even know. It was reckless, foolish. And yet, when I saw her for the first time, something in me stilled. Like the world had been shifting beneath my feet for years, and now, finally, it had stopped.I hate that feeling. That pull. That loss of control.She walks ahead of me, her shoulders squared, but I don’t miss the way she rubs at her arms, as if trying to shake off a chill. Or perhaps something else entirely. I keep my pace slow, my steps
The evening air is crisp as I step into the open yard, my breath curling in the cold. Overhead, the moon hangs like a silver coin, casting long shadows across the training grounds. Yohan is already there, standing near a row of fire-resistant dummies. He looks up at my approach, his sharp features bathed in moonlight. For a moment, he simply watches me, his deep blue eyes unreadable.“You came,” he says, his voice low.I cross my arms. “You told me not to be late.”A flicker of something crosses his face, amusement perhaps, but it vanishes as he gestures toward the dummies. “Let’s begin.”I take a deep breath, rolling my shoulders as I step into position. My limbs are still sore from the incident with Reina, and the memory of losing control is fresh in my mind. Yohan circles me slowly, arms crossed.“Ignis energy isn’t just about power,” he begins. “It’s about control. You don’t just throw fire around and hope it lands. You guide it. You shape it.”I nod, already feeling the heat stir
The morning after the incident with Reina, I wake up to a dull ache throbbing through my limbs. Every muscle protests as I shift in bed, my mind replaying the moment I lost control. The flicker of flames. The blast. Reina’s lifeless form sprawled across the gym floor.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will the memory away. Mateo had said she would be fine. That the AQUAs would heal her. But doubt gnawed at me. I had never felt that kind of power before, and the thought that it could happen again terrified me.A soft knock at the door startles me. I glance at the clock—training isn’t for another two hours. Pushing myself up with a wince, I mutter, “Come in.”Evelyn steps inside, shutting the door behind her. “I heard what happened.”I don’t respond immediately, staring down at my hands. What if I lost control again? What if next time, I really did kill someone?“Arina.” She kneels beside me, her voice softer now. “I know you’re scared.”I scoff. “Scared? I nearly killed Reina.”“But yo
“You’re late.”Yohan’s voice cuts through the training room the moment I step inside.I scowl at him.The ropes of the sparring ring quiver as Reina climbs inside, rolling her shoulders in preparation for me.I glance around. No sign of Yoda or Mateo.“Where are they?” I ask.Yohan doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns on his heel and strides toward the ring, ignoring me completely.I grit my teeth. Who does he think he is? Without thinking, I yank off my boot and hurl it at his head.I don’t expect him to react so fast.Before it can hit him, he sidesteps effortlessly, spins, and incinerates the shoe midair with a burst of fire from his palm.I blink in shock. Well, I guess he’s Section Leader for a reason.“Excellent display of reflexes,” Mateo remarks, entering the room.Yohan’s gaze flicks to him, his expression darkening.“You’re late,” he mutters before stepping into the ring.“She’s sparring with me today,” he tells Reina, who is already strapping on her fighting gloves.“Be my gue
My heart drops as my eyes lock with his.Yohan stands at the mouth of the passage, broad-shouldered and silent. The golden torchlight reflects off his hair, giving it an almost ethereal glow. My pulse quickens, though I refuse to let him see any fear. His posture is rigid, his stance sharp—like a blade ready to strike.“What exactly are you doing here?” His voice is even, but there is no warmth to it. Just scrutiny, cold and unrelenting.I square my shoulders. “I could ask you the same thing.”His gaze doesn’t waver, but for the briefest second, something flickers in his expression—hesitation, perhaps. If I had blinked, I would have missed it. But I hadn’t.Evelyn fidgets beside me, uneasy in the weight of the silence. Finally, Yohan exhales through his nose. “It doesn’t concern you.”His tone is clipped, dismissive.I press my lips into a thin line. “Neither does this concern you.”Something shifts in his jaw. He stares at me for a long moment, unreadable. Then, without another word,
The halls of the academy are eerily quiet at this hour. The moon’s silver glow filters through the arched windows, casting faint shadows that stretch and twist along the stone corridors. My pulse is steady, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched.“You’re sure about this?” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.“Of course not,” Evelyn replies with a mischievous grin. “But that’s what makes it exciting.”She moves ahead, leading me down the eastern corridor where the iron gate looms before us—the last physical barrier between us and the underground chambers. It’s enormous, its surface carved with swirling sigils of protection. Every student knows this passage is forbidden, but that hasn’t stopped Evelyn from trying.I place a hand against the cold metal, my breath misting against the chill in the air. “How do we get past this?”Evelyn pulls out a small glass vial filled with a swirling silver liquid. “A little something I borrowed from the Aqua Wing.” She tilts the v