Alethea is a kind soul trying to navigate a chaotic world while searching for her place in it. When she discovers she's the lost princess of a vanished planet, her life becomes even more complicated, forcing her to confront a destiny she never asked...
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Hello, readers!
I wanted to apologise for the delay in providing a new chapter for the other book. I'm currently working on it, and trying to edit the chapter as fast as I can.
Thank you for reading and enjoy.
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Alethea's POV:
"WHAT?!"
I lazily flipped through the pages of my notebook, tuning out the frantic murmurs of my classmates after one unfortunate late announcement. Unlike the looming final exam, I didn't particularly care about the upcoming pop quiz—even if it counted for half our grade. I had confidence in my intelligence, so I wasn't too worried.
"This is so evil." One of my classmates gasped, voice trembling with dread.
The other groaned. "I'm so doomed."
"Nobody is doomed," Professor Wizgiz assured us, clearly baffled by our overreaction. He didn't seem to understand what the big deal was. "It's just a harmless little—"
"Hello!" Stella scoffed, her disbelief written all over her face. "You just said that we'll be kicked out of Alfea if we fail! That's wrong."
Professor Wizgiz shifted uncomfortably but shrugged. "Listen, this class contains material that I've gone over plenty of times in class." He gestured vaguely, clearly not grasping why we were so upset. "It's just a pop quiz, and it counts for half your grade, but it's not the end of the world."
One of my classmates shot him a heated glare. "So if we fail, should we kick you out for not teaching well enough?"
"A little heads-up would've been nice," I muttered under my breath, my tone soft but dripping with frustration. "We get told about this one day before the quiz?"
"Alethea's right," the rest of the class chimed in, their collective voices filled with agreement.
Professor Wizgiz seemed completely unfazed by our protests. "Those are the rules. It's a pop quiz, after all." He gave an exaggerated shrug, clearly preparing to leave. "There's nothing I can do except urge you to review the lessons and get a good night's sleep."
"Wait! At least tell us what to study?" My classmates pleaded, but the Professor was already heading out the door, his footsteps echoing in the silence.
Sighing, I put my pencil down and rested my chin in my hand. My friends—except for Bloom, who was already dozing off on her desk—gathered around me, their faces a mixture of concern and desperation.
"Alethea, you have to give me your notes, please," Stella begged, placing her hands on my desk and leaning in closer.
I glanced down at my notebook, which was filled with doodles, and smiled sheepishly. "I would, but..." I trailed off, my voice sheepish. "I didn't exactly pay attention."
