Rasazy's Fundamental Paper Education AU 2.0

Awakening

(Current Location: Nurse's Office, Paper School)

Rasazy's P.O.V.

Rasazy's mind flickered in and out of consciousness like a dying ember, her thoughts struggling to break through the haze that had overtaken her. Slowly, she became aware of a distant, steady pulse—a soft rhythm, like a heartbeat resonating in her ears. As her senses sharpened, she forced her heavy eyelids open, revealing the sterile, muted light of what appeared to be a nurse's office.

She blinked a few times, her vision clearing to reveal her surroundings. The bed beneath her was crisp and white, the sheets tucked with precise care. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of old-looking medical equipment and a pair of voices speaking in the distance. Her body felt stiff but unhurt. Confusion washed over her. Where am I? How did I get here?

As her ears attuned to the conversation outside, she began to make out words—voices, sharp and tense.

???? : "What do you mean there's no identification for her?! "

???? : "I apologize, ma'am, but we checked the national database—nothing matches her appearance. We've found names, but none correlate directly to her."

???? : "So, you're telling me you have absolutely no clue who this girl is? "

???? : "That is the case, ma'am. We've listed her as unidentified for now. We're extending our search overseas to see if she appears in any other databases."

???? : "Very well. Inform me the moment you find anything."

Rasazy strained to focus, her body still recovering as the words sank in. They don't know who I am. The realization both reassured and unnerved her. But how did I even end up in this place? She forced herself to sit up slowly, her muscles protesting the movement. The voices had quieted now, and a figure appeared in the doorway—a silhouette framed by the dim light.

As the figure stepped forward, Rasazy's vision sharpened, revealing the woman's appearance. She carried an air of authority and grace, her posture exuding strength. Her eyes, deep and calculating, locked onto Rasazy's with an intensity that made her shiver.

The woman's hair was white, pulled back into a severe ponytail, with a black horn on her head—one broken and jagged, while the other remained intact. A small piece of paper was attached to the unbroken horn, bearing a strange symbol—a triangle crossed by two lines. Her suit, green with gold buttons, gave her the appearance of a strict overseer, while her hands and legs, stark black against her pale skin, added to her commanding presence.

???? : "I see you're awake now, girl."

Rasazy blinked, her voice hoarse as she tried to reply. "Who are you? "

The woman stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "You may refer to me as Miss Grace. And may I ask, What is your name, Girl? "

Rasazy took a moment, her mind still catching up to the situation. "Rasazy. My name is Rasazy," she answered calmly. "It's... nice to meet you, Miss Grace."

Miss Grace nodded, her gaze piercing. "How are you feeling? "

Rasazy considered the question. "I'm fine... physically, to say the least. But I don't remember how I got here."

Miss Grace's brow furrowed, her expression thoughtful. "I found you unconscious in the school courtyard. You weren't here when classes started, so it begs the question... how did you end up there, Rasazy? "

Before Rasazy could formulate an answer, another figure appeared at the doorway, a man whose presence softened the tension in the room. His warm smile and gentle demeanor contrasted with the severity of Miss Grace.

???? : "Excuse me, Miss Grace. I hate to interrupt, but we've got a situation."

Miss Grace turned, her eyes narrowing. "What now, Mr. Demi? Oliver, Zip, and Edward again? "

Mr. Demi nodded apologetically. "Yes, ma'am. They've contaminated the indoor pool with ink—completely unusable for the time being. We'll need to close it until we can get a cleaning crew."

Miss Grace's posture tensed, her fist clenching tightly at her side. "Those damned boys," she muttered through gritted teeth. "Fine. Inform the other teachers. The pool is closed until further notice."

"Understood, Miss Grace," Mr. Demi replied before disappearing down the hallway.

Miss Grace turned back to Rasazy, her expression softening slightly. "It seems our conversation will have to wait, Rasazy. Stay in bed and don't leave this room. I'll deal with those three and return shortly."

Rasazy nodded obediently, watching as Miss Grace strode out of the room, her footsteps clicking against the polished floor.

As silence returned to the nurse's office, Rasazy's mind raced. Did the book bring me here? Her thoughts wandered back to the notebook she had found—the one marked with the mysterious warning. The memory felt distant, as if it had happened in another lifetime. She clenched her fists, frustration bubbling beneath her calm exterior. Her powers... Something was wrong. They were weakened, faint echoes of their former strength.

She couldn't travel dimensions on her own, not like her brother. The thought of him filled her with a pang of longing. How long would it take for Selever to find her in this world? Days? Weeks? Years? Decades? Centuries? After all, the multiverse was vast, constantly expanding with every new iteration. especially without her powers in her very weakened state, she was trapped here, helpless and alone.

Frustration gnawed at her, but she knew Selever would find her eventually. He always did.

With a sigh, Rasazy glanced at the small bedside table, spotting a book she hadn't noticed before. She reached for it, her fingers brushing the worn cover. It wasn't a romance novel, but at least it would help pass the time.

"Aww, not a romance," she murmured to herself, cracking the book open. "But I guess it'll do."

The hours slipped by as Rasazy lost herself in the pages, the worries of her predicament fading into the background.

To Be Continued...