The Goddess's Forgotten Heir
Laughter rang louder.
Elara bent to pick it up, fingers trembling.
“Don’t bother,” another girl smirked. “Cafeteria’s no place for beggars.”
The laughter pressed harder, suffocating. Elara’s vision blurred. But beneath the humiliation, something inside her stirred. A warmth deep in her bones, coiling, rising.
“Move,” she whispered.
The girls smirked. “Or what?”
Elara lifted her head. A light other than her own burned in her eyes for the first time. Behind them, a faint, golden, and living fire flickered.
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