A blinding light pierced my eyes as I lay in my plush bed. Why did my mother have to do this every day? “Wake up, you lazy oaf!”, mother yelled. Before I could turn over to my other side, away from the blinding sunlight, those rock-hard foot pillows were hurled straight for my head and the god-awful stench of wet moldy feet hit me. “The Magi would be here any minute for your physical assessment and you’re here in your stinking room!” mother yelled. Her shrilling voice pierced my eardrums. “Mom, I already told you, I am not joining the Academy Arc, so send those sodden old and wrinkle Magi away! Gosh!” I said groggily, still half asleep. All of a sudden, I felt my mother’s firm and sturdy hard hands wrap around my ankles and tug me towards the end of the bed. In a different world, these hands would have easily passed for those of a man. Probably someone who had been working in fields with animals. But these were hers. I almost forgot the life she had before now. She was after all the wife of the commander of the Fifth Arc, Jerome Sinkette, my father. And she fought by his side, from the day they were united until the very last battle, the one that claimed his life. The Last rebellion. “Violet Sinkette, daughter of the Order of the Sphinx, that is no way to talk about the Most Revered guardians of the Holy Runes. And do you think that your father would approve of this behavior you are putting up?” her lowered to a whisper at the end. I looked up to see her icy blue eyes soften, giving me a glimpse of who she used to be when dad was here. “huuhh”, I huffed in distress. She knew that the dad card would always work. “Alright. Excuse me now, I would be ready and downstairs shortly” I answered. I listened as here boots clacked against the hardwood floor and my door slum shut. She was gone.
I walked up to my mirror and stared at my reflection in the antique glass. Last year I cut my hair to my chin in a sleek bob. Mom hated it. She said it brought out my sharp jaws and that long hair softened my features. Now it was way past my breastbone. I looked up at my tangled silvery hair and wondered why I wasn’t like my brothers. Their rich and fiery auburn locks that would look like tongues of fire when they stepped into the sun. Instead, I was left with my pin straight pale, white, almost silver hair. When I was much younger my father told me that it was because I was from the stars, and that I was special. But now I look at it and all it makes me feel is odd and left out. Wherever I go, I stick out like a sore thumb.
Everyone I knew had bronze olive skin because of the red sun that hung up in the sky 5 out of 9 days in the Uren Week. And then there was me. I stared at my pale and ghastly skin. Stretched over my skinny bones. My eyes, were also a huge point of contrast. Instead of the usual bronze or icy blue eyes like my dad’s. I had instead pale purple ones.
As a child I was told that I had a rare genetic disease that caused me to lose pigment in my skin and eyes. But that didn’t stop all the bullying and teasing I faced in school. Those awful kids would call me Violet Darynem because I did look a lot like them. But it was highly impossible to be one of them. They were the despicable enemy that tried to wipe my kind off this planet.
A loud thud downstairs pulled me out from my thoughts and back to reality. I dabbed a bit of translucent powder under my eyes to make me look more awake and less like a suffocating ghost. And finally stepped into the midnight black gown that my mother laid on the bed for me to wear. It was such a beauty, with its ruffles and silver sequins. As I zipped it close, it snug tightly against my body, revealing the curves that always hid underneath layers clothes. I took one last look at my reflection, noting the sharp contrast between my pale skin, silvery hair and the striking gown stuck to my body.
"Your daughter has shown nothing but absolute disregard for our culture and tradition Meredith! You ought to teach her the right thing. It is a law that all descendants of the Sphinx must and will take the golden yoke and join the Academy Arc! But your brat child refused to attend the ceremony for the golden yoke, meaning that cannot join the Academy Arc and that is utter nonsense!", I listened silently as the Royal Magi yelled at my mother. She was a short and petite woman. I could not see her face because of the red hood draped over her head. Her arms were thin and very wrinkled. Her olive skin had turned dark brown from her many years in the red sun and her voice sounded more like a raspy croak. I was so distracted by the sight unfolding before me that I missed a step and clumsily tumbled down the stairs. Talk about an entrance. The room fell silent as all three Mahi and my mother turned to look at me. I heard a disapproving humph come from my mother. I looked up at them shamefully and was completely taken aback by the look of horror upon their faces. "Oh goodness! She looks an awful lot like a Darynem!" Another magi exclaimed
I gathered the train of my dress and all three Magi took a cautious step back… away from me?
Even the Magi couldn’t accept me?
My mother’s voice sliced through the tense silence. "This is my daughter Violet. The doctors told me at her birth that she had a rare genetic disease that cause her to lose pigment in her skin and eyes “, she said curtly. Oh, how many times I’ve had to explain this to every new person I’ve met.
The first Magi cleared her throat before speaking. " Well, she certainly cannot be a Darynem since she is your daughter, however it does feel uncomfortable to be only inches away from a being that is a spitting image of the despicable creatures that haunt our existence. She looks nothing like you!" She glared at me as she spoke to my mother. I began to feel my temper rise within me. I had had enough of this unfair treatment. And who was she to speak about look when she looked no different from a hedgehog. Before I could speak a word, the last Magi who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "Come child", her baritone voice took me aback. "We have come to give you your golden yoke. Now come, come here, let us begin ".
I brushed off the dust from the front of my dress and walked as confidently as I could to her, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the hedgehog Magi.
With movement like a flash of lightning. The Magi’s fingernails darkened and elongated and before I could process what was happening, she plunged her black claws into my chest. I felt her grip around my heart. My eyes widened in horror at the sheer pain that seized my body. From the corner of my eyes, I could see my mother calmly standing there, hands clasped in front of her. Why wasn’t we trying to save me. The Magi grabbed me by my chin and stared into my eyes. I felt like she was peeking into my soul. I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth and I slowly welcomed the sleep. Why did I have to die this way? Why would mother lie to me?
I knew that I was different but did she hate me this much to have me executed by the Royal Magi? Why? Would dad want this too? No… my father would never. Suddenly I was back in the spring fields for my 7th birthday. At Red Lake Park. He gave me a piggyback around the lake as I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Happy birthday princess", he yelled with a big smile on his face. " I love you daddy!", I exclaimed. "And I love you more my princess". His voice echoed in my mind as I slipped into the darkness.
I felt cold, so cold. My feet sunk into a thick layer of… snow?
Where was I? Am I dead? Death feels so cold. All around me is darkness I can’t see anything. My hands quickly reached for my chest where I had been impaled… there was nothing there…
She skies were pitch black and cloudless, there was nothing in the vast space, the wind howled out in the horizon. I felt so cold…until I didn’t. A raging hot circle of fire began around me sprouting out of the ice-cold ground. Then before me appeared the three Magi like a hologram. The one who plunged her fist into me stepped forward as fast as lightning again and held me by the neck. This woman really was strong for her age. She plunged her fist into my chest again! How many times was it possible to die? I never knew that I could die even in death! But this time it felt different. It felt cold. So icy cold. I felt like my entire body was freezing slowly around her fist in my chest. Though her fist felt hot. And looked like a boxing red hot iron, the cold of my body subdued her. I saw a vision. Like a dance between a red flame and an icy blue flame. And anytime I felt the burning sensation in my chest as I hang up in the air, the red flame would overpower the blue. Until I regained control of my mind and with all the mental effort that I could master through my agonizing pain. I overpowered the red flame. And extinguished it completely.
I felt my body collapse into the frozen snow and the Magi who attacked me was hunched over in pain. Howling. The other two Magi rushed over to her to help her. As they lifted her off the ground, a golden ring was fastened around her neck…. that should be. the golden yoke!
The two Magi glances at me in what looked like shock and …. Horror?
“What have you done! You insolent child!”, the hedgehog Magi shrilled.
The Magi with the golden yoke began to cough out blood. I noted that even though they were in holographic form, blood did spew into the white snow. Which meant that this place must be real. The three Magi disappeared from before as I lay in the snow. The memory of my father and me at the Red lake came back to me and I embraced it. Welcoming the darkness once more.
"She put the golden yoke on Anthal the Head of the Royal Magi! This girl is dangerous, she could become a threat to this Kingdom! She must be executed!" An unknown voice said sharply"To hell with execution! She is my daughter! I will not stand and watch this injustice towards her!" My mother replied. Her voice trembled with rage and underlying fear.Many other voices echoed in the background as I regained consciousness. The familiar scent of the immortal roses that I planted at my windowsill told me that I was in my room and in my bed.Memories of my encounter with the Three Royal Magi came rushing back to my mind.My heard began to race and blood rushed to my head. My flight instinct had been activated.Before I could process what happening to my body, I purple light emerged from my chest where I had been impaled. It formed some dome shape formed around my entire body.“Is that… a Darynem’s shield?”, I lifted my back off the bed, and the dome followed my movement. What was this? Why
I wake up in the softest sheets that I had every laid on. Softer than my bed that I’ve grown used to, and that really is a feat. They are soft against my skin. They smell like citrus. I open my eyes slowly and take in the magnificent sight before me. The room I am in seems more like a small ballroom. The ceilings are far up above. Beautiful ceiling sculpture line up above giving the roman antique but ethereal feel. I gigantic, intricately designed chandelier with more lightbulbs than I can count on it, giving off the softest glow of golden light to the rest of the room. The bed stretched on a couple of feet away from the base off my feet. This bed is huge! I inhale deeply, soaking in the sweet citrus smell that I realize is coming from the candles on either side of the bed.“You are awake”, somebody speaks quietly. Glancing around the room, I lay eyes on a breathtaking woman with such angelic features. She is tall and lean. Her skin is as pale and white as mine. She has full round che
“I need to know why I am here and why my mom would ask me to search for a Darynem before she died” i asked Yoda“I don’t have all the answers, but what i know is that, you are the Darynem Princess who was taken to Anoryl years ago” she replies“Come with me, I know something that might help” she turns around and walks out of the room. I scramble quickly to follow her, barely able to keep up with her long strides. If I thought the room I was in was beautiful, this hallway was magnificent. The tall ceilings with beautiful antique artistry made me feel like I was in a palace. “Is this place a palace?” I asked “You still haven’t figured it out?”After walking for what felt like an eternity we stopped before a grand door that was at least 9 feet tall. Yoda gently pulls down the handle and ushers herself in, I follow closely behind her. Upon entering I gasped at the sight before me. I stood before the largest library I had ever been in. The rows of books stretch so high up that I had to cra
“It is too soon to take her to the training academy , she just lost her mother!” a voice saysI step into the dining room behind Mateo, and I am panting. “There is no point in keeping her here any longer. The Training academy is her best chance at joining the fight” Frieda responds in her usual calm tone. She is at the head of the long dining table. I recognize some familiar faces. Yoda and the man she was with who came to rescue me, and … is that.. My father?“D-dad?” i stuttered“Arina.” he replies. He cleans his mouth and rises up to meet me.But how? This is too much for me to handle. I feel my legs go weak and my vision clouds with darkness as I fall to the ground.The familiar scent of citrus fills the air and I know that I am back in my room. This time, I did not try to get out of bed. Before me are numerous pairs of eyes that surround me. “Arina” I whip my head to the side where my father is standing. The legendary Jerome Sinkette who died in the Great war against the Daryne
Night had come and all those who had gathered in my room had left. For hours I lay still in my bed, staring into the air, trying to process it all. The feeling of grief, and loss and confusion was making my head spin. Not to talk of my undead father. The wide windows in my room were open, letting in the cool breeze and dim moonlight. I step out of bed and walk towards the balcony into the breeze. Standing there, I could see what was probably the entire kingdom of Daryn. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I beheld its beauty. How could I have had so much hatred for this place?“Don’t be so hard on yourself” the voice within me smoothly fluttered in my mind“Where have you been all my life Gaia?” i asked her in my mind“I’ve been here. Waiting for the right time to show myself darling” she answersI hear a knock before my door swings open“I came to help you pack up your bag for the Training Academy” I hear Yoda sayMy mind goes back to the conversation that Frieda and my father were
My eyes snap open as I feel myself plopping off the bed. Then my pillows are hurled at me on the floor. My eyes slowly adjust to the light in my room and I see Yoda towering over me with her hands crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. “Why would you push me off the bed?” i ask angrily“Was the only way to wake you up” she answers nonchalantly and walks towards the door“BE downstairs in five!” she addsA part of me wanted to crawl back into the bed and snuggle under the sheets, but Gaia stopped me“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” she says “Ugh!” i huff in annoyanceI walk to the bathroom and freshen up quickly before heading out of my room. I noticed that Yoda had carried my duffle bag out as if it had nothing inside of it.Although I did not know where I was headed, I followed the sound of voices down the stairs until I ended up at what looked like the entrance of this castle. “Your horse is ready for yououtside” a deep voice says behind meI whipped around so fast tha
My stomach growls so loudly. I take a quick peek at Yoda to see if she heard it but b=nothingMy butt is so sore from sitting on Melrue’s saddle for so long. As we move past yet another town, I feel I can't take it anymore. “Can we at least get some food before we continue?” I blurted out to no one in particular. Yohan quickens up to my side. He takes one look at me and then rides past me to Mateo. What is with this guy?“There's a tavern right up around that curve, we will stop there and grab something before your blasts our eardrums” Yoda says with a hint of humorSo she did hear that! I blush in embarrassment.The tavern comes into view and I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t think I can remain seated on the hard saddle for another minute longer.When we reach the entrance, Yohan and Mateo swing off their horses with such grace that I wonder if I can do the same. One look at the ground and I know I can't. I clumsily descend off Melrue’s back. I pet him one last time and kiss him be
“This is an Academy?” i askWe stood at the edge of a long bridge that hung above an enormous earth crater about 30 feet up in the air.On the other side of the bridge was a dark and enormous structure that lot out of a horror film. The fence around the school stretched for miles that i couldnt see where it ends. “Did you tell her that she could possibly die on this bridge before she even gets to the school?”Mateo asks Yoda“What does he mean?!”“Theres a negative pole down there in the crater. And if you are not deemed worthy, you’ll fall through the bridge and have all your life sucked out of you” she answers casually“What do you mean if i am not deemed worthy?”“Exactly that. The bridge choses who’s worthy of this academy” Yohan answersHe had been quiet since we got thrown of of the tavern.“And you chose to tell me this now!!”“Quit whining and get on with it” Mateo teasesI gulp and take my first step unto the bridge.“Go on,” Yoda urges. With an amused smirk on her faceI ta
The morning after the incident with Reina, I wake up to a dull ache throbbing through my limbs. Every muscle protests as I shift in bed, my mind replaying the moment I lost control. The flicker of flames. The blast. Reina’s lifeless form sprawled across the gym floor.I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will the memory away. Mateo had said she would be fine. That the AQUAs would heal her. But doubt gnawed at me. I had never felt that kind of power before, and the thought that it could happen again terrified me.A soft knock at the door startles me. I glance at the clock—training isn’t for another two hours. Pushing myself up with a wince, I mutter, “Come in.”Evelyn steps inside, shutting the door behind her. “I heard what happened.”I don’t respond immediately, staring down at my hands. What if I lost control again? What if next time, I really did kill someone?“Arina.” She kneels beside me, her voice softer now. “I know you’re scared.”I scoff. “Scared? I nearly killed Reina.”“But yo
“You’re late.”Yohan’s voice cuts through the training room the moment I step inside.I scowl at him.The ropes of the sparring ring quiver as Reina climbs inside, rolling her shoulders in preparation for me.I glance around. No sign of Yoda or Mateo.“Where are they?” I ask.Yohan doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns on his heel and strides toward the ring, ignoring me completely.I grit my teeth. Who does he think he is? Without thinking, I yank off my boot and hurl it at his head.I don’t expect him to react so fast.Before it can hit him, he sidesteps effortlessly, spins, and incinerates the shoe midair with a burst of fire from his palm.I blink in shock. Well, I guess he’s Section Leader for a reason.“Excellent display of reflexes,” Mateo remarks, entering the room.Yohan’s gaze flicks to him, his expression darkening.“You’re late,” he mutters before stepping into the ring.“She’s sparring with me today,” he tells Reina, who is already strapping on her fighting gloves.“Be my gue
My heart drops as my eyes lock with his.Yohan stands at the mouth of the passage, broad-shouldered and silent. The golden torchlight reflects off his hair, giving it an almost ethereal glow. My pulse quickens, though I refuse to let him see any fear. His posture is rigid, his stance sharp—like a blade ready to strike.“What exactly are you doing here?” His voice is even, but there is no warmth to it. Just scrutiny, cold and unrelenting.I square my shoulders. “I could ask you the same thing.”His gaze doesn’t waver, but for the briefest second, something flickers in his expression—hesitation, perhaps. If I had blinked, I would have missed it. But I hadn’t.Evelyn fidgets beside me, uneasy in the weight of the silence. Finally, Yohan exhales through his nose. “It doesn’t concern you.”His tone is clipped, dismissive.I press my lips into a thin line. “Neither does this concern you.”Something shifts in his jaw. He stares at me for a long moment, unreadable. Then, without another word,
The halls of the academy are eerily quiet at this hour. The moon’s silver glow filters through the arched windows, casting faint shadows that stretch and twist along the stone corridors. My pulse is steady, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched.“You’re sure about this?” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.“Of course not,” Evelyn replies with a mischievous grin. “But that’s what makes it exciting.”She moves ahead, leading me down the eastern corridor where the iron gate looms before us—the last physical barrier between us and the underground chambers. It’s enormous, its surface carved with swirling sigils of protection. Every student knows this passage is forbidden, but that hasn’t stopped Evelyn from trying.I place a hand against the cold metal, my breath misting against the chill in the air. “How do we get past this?”Evelyn pulls out a small glass vial filled with a swirling silver liquid. “A little something I borrowed from the Aqua Wing.” She tilts the v
I wake to the sensation of someone gently stroking my hair. My eyes flutter open, and I’m met with the most magnetic blue eyes framed by jet-black hair. I try to speak, but my throat is dry and aching.“Shh,” Mateo whispers.I glance around, taking in my surroundings. I’m lying on a stark white clinic bed, with thin blue drapes hanging on either side, likely separating me from other patients. Mateo lifts a glass of water to my lips, helping me take a sip. The cool liquid soothes my throat.“You’re not supposed to be doing this,” he mutters.“Doing what?”“Training. Fighting. For Daryn.”I let out a slow breath. “I haven’t even fully processed why I’m here.”“It’s just…” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You were sent away to protect you. It doesn’t make sense to throw you back into battle.”“You think a battle is coming?” I ask.“Yes. The Anorem won’t stop until they have the power of the Frinx.”“And somehow, I’m the key to stopping them?”“That’s what Her Highness Frieda b
The night is so cold that I feel my bones freezing. I sit up on my bed and stair out of the window. There are sheer curtains draped in front of it but I see right through it. “Can’t sleep?” a quiet voice speaksIt's the girl in glasses who was reading.“Yeah” i respond“Are you really an Anorem?” she asks with curiosity“I was… until now”“Oh”“Yeah”The conversation drops into an awkward silence for a few seconds.I watch her as her eyes skim my appearance. She looks at me as if she's searching for something odd, that would maybe definitely show my Anoremic heritage.“What year are you?” i askHer eyes cut back to mine. “Oh I’m a first year too, just like you”“Somebody mentioned that the rooms are assigned according to performance?” i ask“Yes” she sits up straight in her seat and pushes her glasses farther up her nose bridge“Once you reach the age of 20, you might activate your Paliar. Some people activate theirs much later though. Once you do, you will be enrolled in this academ
“Look for your names on the notice board in front of your dormitories to find your rooms” Yohan directsWe begin to disperse.“I hope we’re in the same room.” Evelyn squealed“Yeah, me too” I replyWhen we reach the notice board, the path clears up for us again like before. Evelyn takes the opportunity to strut through, dragging me along. The last thing that I want is to be the sore thumb that sticks out like a rotten carcass.I keep my gaze firmly on the floor, ignoring all the eyes following us.“You look from the top for our names and i’ll start from below” she says“Okay”I take note of the first name on the list. Reina Sam. I wonder in what order these names are ranked.“Oh I’ve found your name” Evelyn taps meI follow her finger to the bottom of the list, where my name is, inscribed in pencil, as if added at the last minute.I guess this makes sense. I didn’t exist to them until three days ago.“Found mine too” she says in a disappointed tone.Next to my name is the letter X an
We walk into a very large courtyard filled with students divided into four groups in perfectly lined up rows. “I heard that your Paliar is Gaia” Kwaku asks with a bit of doubt on his faceAmongst the people I’ve met here, he’s the one I like the least. Well after Yohan.“Yes” i answer“May I?” he stretches out his hand, like he wants to receive something. I get confused. What does he want from me?“Give me your hand Princess Arina” he asks smoothly.I glance at Yoda, unsure, but she gives me a nod of agreement before i place my hand in his. His palms feel rough and hard. He gently flips my hand over and presses his thumb deep into my palm till it hurts. “O-oww” I howl, snatching my hand away from him. “I’m sorry about that, but that was the only way to bring out your Paliar,” he explains. I look at my palm and I see it glowing a bright Red light for a few seconds. Then it changes to Blue, then Green and then silver light.A few students who were close to us and could see what was goi
“This is an Academy?” i askWe stood at the edge of a long bridge that hung above an enormous earth crater about 30 feet up in the air.On the other side of the bridge was a dark and enormous structure that lot out of a horror film. The fence around the school stretched for miles that i couldnt see where it ends. “Did you tell her that she could possibly die on this bridge before she even gets to the school?”Mateo asks Yoda“What does he mean?!”“Theres a negative pole down there in the crater. And if you are not deemed worthy, you’ll fall through the bridge and have all your life sucked out of you” she answers casually“What do you mean if i am not deemed worthy?”“Exactly that. The bridge choses who’s worthy of this academy” Yohan answersHe had been quiet since we got thrown of of the tavern.“And you chose to tell me this now!!”“Quit whining and get on with it” Mateo teasesI gulp and take my first step unto the bridge.“Go on,” Yoda urges. With an amused smirk on her faceI ta