Not yet. But maybe… someday.

Elowen’s POV

The sun, a bruised and bleeding smear of vibrant orange and deep crimson, was slowly sinking behind the jagged silhouette of the distant treetops, casting long, skeletal shadows that stretched across the rolling academy grounds like grasping fingers. I stood alone on the small stone balcony outside my room, my arms resting on the cold, weathered railing, my gaze fixed on the darkening landscape, watching as the familiar landmarks of the academy slowly dissolved into the encroaching twilight.

My mind felt like a tangled web, still caught in the sticky threads of the day’s jarring encounters.

Lisa’s venomous taunts, echoing with a cruel precision.

Lysander’s smug, unsettling smirks, radiating a calculated arrogance.

Caelum’s cryptic warnings, sharp and unsettlingly perceptive.

And underneath it all, the heavy, almost palpable silence that had clung to Alaric like an invisible shroud ever since the tense aftermath of Lysander’s classroom intrusion. His unusual quietud