The Girl with the Violet Eyes のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

Aria’s POV: I’ve never belonged anywhere. Not in the dramatic, tragic way people write about in books. No secret destiny. No obvious reason. Just a quiet, constant feeling that I was… off. Like I’d been placed into the wrong life and no one noticed but me. I learned early not to talk about it. My adoptive parents they are good people, human in every way that mattered. They did their best to make me feel normal. Safe. Loved. And I was. But love doesn’t erase the way people look at you when something about you doesn’t quite fit. The way conversations stall when you walk up. The way friendships never quite stick. The way you always feel like you’re standing just outside of something everyone else understands. I stopped trying after a while. It was easier that way. “Aria! Stop hiding in here. It’s your party!” I glance up as Lizzy bursts into my room without knocking, like she always does. She’s already dressed in a tight black dress, curls bouncing, eyes bright with excitement. The

Aria’s POV: I wake up slowly, not because I'm well-rested but because everything hurts. My head throbs first, dull and heavy, like I've been dragged through something I don't remember. My body follows, stiff and sore, as if I fought something in my sleep or perhaps something fought me. When my eyes finally open, I'm met with a ceiling I don't recognize. The dark wood beams stretch overhead, carved with strange symbols that seem to shift slightly if I stare too long, though they stop moving when I blink. "Good," a voice says, and I jerk upright too fast, pain flashing through my skull as I turn toward the sound. I'm not alone. The man standing across the room looks exactly like the kind of person who drags girls off the street in the middle of the night. He’s tall, controlled, and impossibly calm. Power radiates off him, not wild like mine, but precise and intentional, like he has spent years mastering it. It presses against my skin in a way that makes it hard to breathe. "Where

Aria’s POV: By the time lunch arrives, my head is pounding. I’ve been to three classes. Three different professors watching me like I might explode at any second. Three straight hours of pretending I’m not seconds away from completely losing my mind. At this point, I deserve a medal. Or alcohol. Possibly both. The cafeteria is massive. Not just massive..castle massive. Dark archways stretch overhead while hundreds of students crowd long tables beneath floating lights that glow silver against the stone walls. The room buzzes with conversation, laughter, magic. Actual magic. Someone across the room casually lights a candle with their fingers while another levitates trays through the air like it’s normal. Which apparently here, it is. The second I walk in, the noise shifts slightly. Not enough for most people to notice. Enough for me to. Whispers ripple through the room as eyes follow me again. Apparently becoming the academy’s unstable mystery girl is great for popularity. I igno