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The wind howled fiercely, like a wild animal, matching the raging fire that engulfed the old hall. Flames flickered against the stone walls, casting eerie shadows that swirled in the chaos of the night. Blood stained the marble floor, glistening in the madness, while screams, some chilling, others heartbreakingly human echoed through the grand columns that had stood tall for centuries.
In the center of this turmoil stood a girl with striking blue eyes, unmoving, her face unreadable. A crown of fire flickered above her, flames entwining in her hair like a haunting halo. She didn't cry; not a single tear fell from her eyes. Maybe she should have. With a shaking hand, she reached out toward the grand gate, beautifully designed from bones and shimmering moonstone, locked tight by magic long forgotten. Now, ancient symbols glowed brightly, almost as if they responded to her presence and her pain. The gate seemed to remember her. Behind her lay four boys, broken and hurt. One of them coughed up thick, silver-tinged blood, his body barely holding on to life. Another struggled against chains made not of metal, but woven from his sorrow. A third boy lay completely still, his heart glowing gently in her hand like a precious treasure. The last boy looked at her with an unwavering loyalty that was hard to explain, dragging himself forward despite his injuries. "Seraphine," he gasped, his voice filled with desperation. "Please don't..." She turned slowly to face him not with anger, but with a deep sadness that seemed to come from countless lifetimes. Her voice was soft and gentle. "They will keep coming," she whispered, her tone steady. "As long as I am alive, this world will never find peace." "No, please!" he begged. "We'll figure something out. We always do!" A sorrowful smile briefly touched her lips. "We've lived many lives trying to change this, and look where it has brought us." Then her expression shifted, a sudden clarity filling her eyes. Memories rushed back to her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her with buried truths. Her gaze sharpened as she looked at the four boys, fury and grief shining in her eyes. "One of you betrayed me," she said, her voice trembling now. "One of you betrayed us. I see it all now. I remember everything." The boys glanced at one another in shock, their expressions twisted with disbelief. "I trusted you. I loved you. I cherished you. How could you do this?" Her voice broke. "Because of you, the world will burn. The prophecy will shatter. Chaos will reign." She stepped forward. "Show yourself. I know who you are. If there's even an ounce of humanity left in you, stand up." But before anyone could speak, the world erupted. The gate burst into brilliant light, pulling the girl into its fiery embrace. Flames, wind, and anguished screams swirled inward as if the very universe was collapsing. A dazzling light filled the hall, and the world cried out in pain, a sorrowful sound echoing through time. And then, everything... everything... Was swallowed by silence.The air between them was still warm from Damien’s words when a soft knock broke the silence. Seraphine turned toward the door, startled. “Come in,” she said automatically. The door creaked open, and Caleb stepped inside, half-smiling until he saw Damien standing close to Seraphine, a faint red glow still shimmering from the mask in his hands. “Oh,” Caleb said awkwardly, glancing between them. “Am I interrupting something?” Seraphine blinked, still dazed. “No… uh, not really. We were just…” She looked at Damien, words failing her again. “I just… I need a little time to think. Can I give you my answer later? I didn’t expect this at all, and I still need to process everything.” Damien’s expression softened immediately. He nodded, sliding the letter and mask gently onto her desk. “Of course,” he said quietly. “I’m not here to rush you. Take all the time you need.” He gave her one last lingering look, a mix of hope and restraint before he walked past Caleb and left the room.
The night hummed with quiet magic. Moonlight spilled across Seraphine’s bed like melted silver, tracing the outline of her sleeping form. Her hair fanned across the pillow in dark waves, her breathing soft and steady. Somewhere in the distance, the faint chime of the Academy’s ward bells whispered through the night, a lullaby only dreamers could hear. Then, everything shifted. The air grew warm, the scent of wild jasmine and fire filled her senses, and the world around her shimmered into a dream. She stood in a place between night and dawn, a garden of floating lanterns and dark roses that bled gold at their tips. And there, leaning lazily against a marble column, was Lucien Virelith. He looked the same and yet impossibly unreal, his eyes brighter, his smile softer, and his silver hair glinting under the dreamlight. Seraphine blinked in surprise. “Lucien?” He smirked faintly. “You always say my name like a question.” She folded her arms, feigning annoyance but unable t
Elera staggered back, her pulse hammering. “M…Melinda who?” Cressida’s eyes flickered toward the trembling parrot. The creature’s tiny chest heaved with shallow breaths. “She’s my childhood friend,” Cressida whispered, her voice tight with something that wasn’t quite sorrow, something sharper. “She performed a dark spell years ago. One that went wrong.” Elera’s heart pounded louder. “The Vorem Animis spell?” “Yes,” Cressida said softly. “She… she removed her soul from her body and placed it in this bird. But before she could reverse it, her family found her lifeless body. They thought she was dead.” Her jaw clenched, the candlelight catching the tear that slipped free. “They buried it. And now she’s trapped like this, trapped inside this dying shell.” Elera’s throat tightened. “Oh gods…” Cressida’s voice wavered between grief and rage. “This bird can barely move. Its wings are useless, its heart weak. She’s suffering, Elera. All I want is to move her soul into another parrot, o
The evening sky over Aetherborn Academy shimmered in shades of lilac and gold. The courtyard glowed softly beneath the lanterns hanging from the ancient trees, each orb filled with slow-moving fireflies that twinkled like stars trapped in glass. The air was cool and fragrant with the scent of blooming dusk-lilies. Lyra sat on the marble bench near the fountain, her knees drawn slightly together, chin resting in her palms. Beside her, Elera Vance leaned back, her dark curls catching the dying light. They looked like they belonged in some timeless painting, two girls lost in quiet laughter, the world shrinking until it was only them. “So,” Lyra said, brushing her fingers over a fallen petal, “what color are you wearing for the Masquerade Ball? Because if we accidentally match, everyone will know.” Elera smiled softly. “Then let them. I don’t care if they suspect anything.” Lyra blinked, half-surprised. “You’re the one who wanted us to keep things secret.” Elera’s gaze flickere
The forge beneath Aetherborn Academy burned like the heart of a sleeping dragon. Heat shimmered through the air, waves of molten gold and red licking at the stones. Sparks danced like stars caught in a storm, and in the center of it all stood Damien Drakaris, shirt sleeves rolled, hair damp with sweat, his crimson eyes reflecting the glow of the flames he commanded. The air trembled when he exhaled. Fire wasn’t just his element. It was his pulse, his soul, his birthright. And tonight, it was restless because of her. He held a rod of molten glass between his claws, the orange liquid bending and swirling under his breath of dragonfire. Slowly, deliberately, he shaped it, coaxing it into a smooth, curved mask. Each exhale carried a rhythm, a thought, a name. Seraphine. Her name burned brighter than his forge. He could still see her smile in his mind, hesitant, warm, glowing like light through fog. And her eyes… they always looked like they carried galaxies, and yet somehow, they
The courtyard was quiet, bathed in silver light. Only the sound of steel slicing through the air broke the silence. Kade’s sword arced again, catching the moon’s glow as it spun, then stopped an inch from his neck, perfect form, flawless control yet his focus was elsewhere. His chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, not from exhaustion, but from distraction. Her face wouldn’t leave his mind. Seraphine. No matter how many times he swung his blade, no matter how many breaths he took to center himself, her voice, her laughter, that look in her eyes after the kiss, it all stayed. Like a song stuck in his head, haunting and beautiful. He gritted his teeth, lowering his sword. Snap out of it. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t dwell on it. But it was impossible not to. He remembered how the moonlight had kissed her skin that night, how close they had been, how everything had just… stopped. The world had held its breath. And then he’d kissed her, terrified and desperate. For one per







