Was this how painful siblings fighting was? I thought, almost rubbing my chest at the stub of pain that was festering there. I had thought it was only a broken heart from a broken relationship with a lover that could cause this hurt, but the more I watched Diana fuming and probably cussing me in her head, the more the pain increased. I haven’t experienced it before, because I hadn't had a sibling, ever. Lent and Lilian hadn’t been siblings. They had been plain thorns in my flesh. But it was different with Diana. I and Diana, despite the short amount of time we have known each other, were closer, loved each other, and had a deeper relationship than I even had with my foster father. But still then, I didn’t regret making the report to Laura and Peter, even though she was boring holes into my head, even though Laura and Peter were looking at me in disappointment. Better now than later, or rather better late than never. “You both should come over here, and sit down. Seems, we have a
Once, during her tale of acquittance with the Queen, Diana had lied. Actually, it was her first statement. She had lied about how long the training had been going on, and I had watched with widened eyes, as the energy around us had compressed on her until she had difficulty to breath, until ripples of pain popped around her face, until her teeth clattered, out of the drastic effect of the energy on her body system. I had told myself that I would never experience that because I would be telling the entire truth this time around. Diana had said that she had been training with the queen for just six months, before the truth energy had done its work. Then, after her father had commanded a release, she had said a year and two months. Laura’s mouth had dropped open in shock. Turns out that since Diana had started her classes, she had been recruited by the queen. As a matter of fact, according to Laura's calculations, the queen had created the palace training just because of Diana, to
I remembered the moment vividly, the first forceful intrusion of the Queen into my mind. It was like a sudden jolt, a thrumming of unfamiliar magic that sent shivers down my spine. And then I had felt the presence of my other rising within me, a fierce determination to resist the Queen's invasive powers. At that moment, I had known that she wouldn’t gain access to my thoughts or memories. My other wouldn’t allow it. And it hadn’t it.As I had sat there, aware of the oblivion of my guardians and Diana over what had happened, grappling with the unexpected assault on my mind, I had sensed the Queen's surprise, her realization that I was not as vulnerable as she had assumed. I had felt her retreat, her presence fading from my consciousness like a fleeting shadow. She hadn't succeeded in extracting anything from me, and I hadn’t been able to stop the feeling of triumph at the knowing; even though I had played no role in keeping her away from my mind.‘Thank you.’I had mentally sent to
"I want to understand something…" Peter suddenly said, interrupting me, the only person in the room that wasn't releasing sparse tears from his eyes.I wasn't sure when Diana had started crying, but I had heard her sniff when I had started talking about the ruthless beating that Adam and his brothers had delivered to me.Laura's case was different. She was right in front of me. The bullying incident at the cafeteria had upsetted her tear glands. "The Adam that committed all these atrocities… is it the same Adam that had come here to see you?" I nodded slowly, shutting my eyes the next second out of stimuli, when Peter suddenly flung the glass cup that I had used to down the pill earlier, away from the table with his right hand. The cup smashed on the floor and broke into pieces. No one moved to get a broom to tidy the mess up."How could you still face him? How could you meet him alone? Do you still like him?"Peter gritted these questions through his teeth, uncertainty ringing in
The room fell into a deafening silence, each beat of my heart echoing in my ears like a drum. I stood there, holding my breath, as the recording played, its damning words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. My family’s faces were a canvas of shock and disbelief, their expressions mirroring the turmoil raging within me.Peter, usually quick to speak his mind, sat frozen, his lips parted in stunned silence. Laura’s eyes bore into the ground, her features a mask of stoic resolve, betraying the storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface. Diana, the queen's staunchest supporter, sat rigid in her chair, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and unbelief.The weight of the evidence I had just presented bore down on us like a heavy weight, pressing down on our shoulders and squeezing the air from our lungs. It was a truth Laura had long suspected but dared not speak aloud in public, a revelation that threatened to unravel everything the community thought they knew.As the recording co
In the heavy silence that followed Diana's apology, I felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me. My heart raced with anticipation, as I waited for my family's response to Diana's heartfelt words.For me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. Despite the pain she had caused her parents, it was clear that she carried her own burden of guilt and remorse."Diana, it's okay. We are just glad that you have seen your wrongs, and seem to have repented from it. Hopefully, you won't keep things away from us again, or make a show of disrespect." Peter finally spoke, breaking the silence that had permeated the room more times than I could count.Laura only smiled. But that was enough words for Diana who stood up from her kneeling position and ran to her mother, tears glistening in her eyes."Thank you Mom!" Peter smiled, and shifted on his seat, so that he could join the embrace too.I sighed, unable to help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It was a moment of healin
As I slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, the remnants of the dream still clung to the edges of my consciousness like cobwebs in the corner of a forgotten room. The words of the beasts echoed in my mind, their voices hauntingly familiar yet shrouded in mystery. "Salvation," they had called me. "Bridge between two worlds." I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the lingering haze of the dream. What did it all mean? Why had the beasts chosen me? The questions swirled in my mind like leaves caught in a whirlwind, each one more perplexing than the last. Sitting up in bed, I wrapped the blankets around me like a protective cocoon, seeking solace in their warmth as I grappled with the enigma of the dream. Was it a prophecy, a message from some higher power? Or merely the product of an overactive imagination, fueled by late-night reading and restless sleep? I muttered to myself, my words barely audible in the quiet of the room. "Salvation... bridge between two worlds..." The phras
As I sat at the breakfast table, spooning cereal into my mouth, my mind was far from the mundane routine of morning rituals. Instead, I found myself lost in thought, replaying the eerie encounter with the beast just a few hours ago.I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me since then. The memory of its glowing eyes and menacing growl haunted me, sending a shiver down my spine. And yet, as I glanced at the clock on the wall, I couldn't help but wonder: where had the light come from when I had ventured out of my room? The light rays when I had woken up had suggested that time was at least six am. Yet when I checked my alarm clock after my return, it had been just 2 am; too early for dawn to break through the curtains."Maya, is everything okay?" Laura’s voice broke through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.I forced a smile, hoping to brush off her concern. "Yeah, everything's fine," I replied, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears.But my family w
I can't believe myself. I can't believe what I had done, when I had opened my eyes and saw the classroom free of smoke, free from the flames I had conjured mere minutes ago. I had jumped on Raul. It was supposed to be a thank you hug, you know, coming from a place of excitement, of happiness that I had finally mastered how to control my magic to some extent, but the hug ended up being the ones couple shared after being apart for probably a year. I had hugged him quite alright, but my legs had moved, of their accord. They had jumped and plastered themselves around his waist. They were still there. Around his waist. My mind was in shambles, especially since Raul had managed to catch me with all precision, still held me now, and showed no signs of letting go. Don't I weigh anything? I retrieved my head from the crook of his neck which scented of masculinity. This contact needed to end now. "Ehmm.." I muttered now, looking into his face, which although wasn't red as mine, showed the
Raul and I stayed cocooned in a comfortable silence for a long while, a privy truce already happening between us. I didn’t see him as the enemy anymore. However, I was still working on separating him from the Queen in my equation of retribution. “How long are we going to stay here? Aren’t we returning to class?” I asked after sometime, my back already yelling in pain for reclining against the hard wall for a long period of time. Raul shrugged his shoulders at my question. “It’s not like there will be any class going on. Do you see any professor around? I bet the students are huddled in their classes, wondering what next would go wrong with..” “With me, you mean….” Raul gave me an apologetic look, but it was all right. It was understandable. Since we have been here, no students have come close, no teachers too. The fire was still burning. I was sure it had ventured into the other classes. Weren’t they coming to stop it? “You know you are the only one that can quench that fire….”
What have I done?Panic swept through the magic room like a tidal wave, mingling with the smell of smoke and the sound of screams.My heart sank as I realized the magnitude of what I had unleashed. I had wanted to prove myself, to show my mastery over the elements, but now, all I felt was guilt and remorse.As chaos erupted around me, I knew that I would carry the weight of this moment with me for quite a long time. For in my quest for power, I had unleashed a force beyond my control, leaving destruction in its wake. And now, I could only watch helplessly as the flames consumed everything in their path.The flames. They held me captive. They had me frozen in the midst of the ensuing chaos. They had my heart sinking into the depths of sorrow. The flames, born of my own magic gone awry, danced voraciously across the classroom. Smoke choked the air, thick and suffocating, as desks and books became engulfed in a raging inferno. The screams of my classmates pierced the cacophony of destru
As I caught sight of Sinclair standing by the door of my classroom, a flutter of nervous anticipation stirred within me. The time for my magic classes had finally come, and despite my excitement, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. The time has come.Mr. Lethon must have sent him. I thought, checking the time on my wrist watch. It was exactly the time for my magic class. Sinclair was quite punctual.Since I had decided to cut him some slack for not doing anything about Levina's bullying, we have exchanged words here and there—greetings especially—but it has not been like the same. Probably, because I have been avoiding him really. I'm not sure why. I think I just didn't want to talk to him, not that freely as before, at least not yet. However, he was here to pick me up.I looked at Professor Bulock talking about some impossible theory of magic, and almost called him to the fact that his time was gone. But that would be falling under his radar again. I was tired of that
As Diana and I walked hand in hand to school, chattering like monkeys, a sense of elation bubbled up inside me, replacing the feeling of shame that had subsided a little after Laura's words of encouragement.The Queen had fulfilled her side of the bargain, as she had promised us. She had moved the children's classes back to the general school, and she hadn't disturbed me since then. And even though the weight of her last words had never left me, I couldn't help but feel relief and gratitude, walking to school like this, hand in hand with Diana. It was pure bliss.As we walked, Diana regaled me with tales of spells and enchantments, her enthusiasm quite infectious. I knew that it was because I had just shown her, though messy, that I was good enough to be filled in with magic spells. We exchanged knowledge eagerly—I told her about the book I had stolen from the library, and what I had learnt from them—each revelation sparking a lively conversation that danced between us like fireflies
Finally, It was Friday. A sense of anticipation coursed through my veins like an electric current as I ruminated on what it entailed for me. Magic classes.Today marked the beginning of my journey, officially, into the world of magic—a world I had longed to explore ever since my encounter with the vision of the community's first queen. For two days, I had immersed myself in the ancient magic books, devouring their contents with an insatiable hunger for knowledge. With each page I turned, I had delved deeper into the mysteries of magic, learning the intricacies of summoning and controlling magical creatures, as well as the secrets of casting spells both simple and complex. Though I had practiced in secret, hidden away from prying eyes, my determination never wavered. And now, as I sat at the breakfast table with my family, my newfound skills lay dormant, waiting to be unleashed."Well, how are you feeling, Maya? Seeing that today would be your first time learning magic?" I shrugged
I suddenly found myself standing in a vast, lush forest bathed in the golden light of a setting sun. Ancient trees towered overhead, their branches adorned with shimmering leaves that seemed to glow with an ethereal energy. Birds chirped melodiously in the canopy above, their songs blending harmoniously with the rustling of leaves.In the distance, I saw figures moving through the forest with purpose. Without much ado, I walked toward them, pausing when I noticed that I was literally gliding on the air. My feet weren’t touching the grassy ground. I opened my mouth to gasp in surprise, but air didn’t ooze out of my mouth, neither did a sound come out.I couldn’t talk here? If that was so, then I hoped that I couldn’t be seen.As I approached the figures, I realized they were villagers clad in simple yet elegant garments, their faces painted with elaborate colorful patterns. They spoke in a language that echoed with ancient wisdom, their voices carrying a solemn reverence.Among them
As the minutes ticked by, as I neared home, my thoughts circled back to the Queen’s cryptic demeanor, to her parting words. Consequences. What plans did she have in motion? How would she retaliate against our interference? The uncertainty gnawed at me, yet I clung to the conviction that our actions had been necessary, a pivotal moment in our struggle for autonomy and justice within the community that was ruled by the Queen.With a deep breath, I gathered my composure and turned aside to gaze at Peter. He too, seemed lost in thoughts. There was a slight frown on his face, and I couldn’t help but wonder what had brought about the frown. The promise of the consequences?I sighed softly, and turned away, resolving to face whatever consequences awaited us with courage and determination, which was fortified by the unwavering bond of family and the conviction that we had taken a stand for what was right."I won't let her hurt my family," I whispered to myself a second later, my voice a quie
As Peter and I entered the Queen's personal office, I was immediately struck by the air of elegance and authority that permeated the room. Whilst on our way here, Peter had clarified that the room where I had once had a personal meeting with the Queen, wasn't actually hers, but Duke's. It all made sense now. The difference was clear.The walls of this office were adorned with rich tapestries depicting scenes of royal lineage, while intricate carvings lined the wooden furniture, each piece a testament to the skilled craftsmanship of the community's artisans.At the center of the room stood a grand desk, its polished surface gleaming in the soft light that filtered in through the tall windows. Behind the desk sat the Queen herself, a regal figure dressed in flowing robes of deep crimson. I and Peter bowed, and greeted.Beside her stood her brother, Hendel, his expression stoic yet filled with an undeniable sense of pride.But it was her two children who caught my attention. Duke and Ra