I am the daughter of Goddess of demons and mage of justice. she spoke her voice carrying over the crowd
I am sorry but I have to go
heart broken , powerful, magical , beautiful, romance, fantasy
It was getting late, and the night sky was dotted with stars. Anastasia felt the fatigue settling in as she looked at the empty space where their living quarters should have been. "Gabriel, did you build the house?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No, I haven't yet."
"It's alright. I'll handle it," she replied with a calm smile.
Anastasia knelt on the ground, placing her hand on the earth. She whispered a spell, and within moments, a beautiful house materialized from the ground, sturdy and elegant, fitting perfectly within the landscape. Exhausted from the day's events, she headed inside and quickly fell asleep.
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This is your house
The next morning, Anastasia woke up feeling refreshed. She dressed in a sharp black suit, reflecting her authority as the owner of the university. Her day was packed with meetings and tasks. One of the most important meetings involved Mr. and Mrs. Hans, who sought to enroll their daughter.
As she walked into her office, she greeted them with a polite smile. "Good morning."
"Good morning, Lady Anastasia," they replied in unison.
"So, you want me to accept your daughter into the University of Night?" Anastasia leaned back in her chair, studying them closely. "I'm willing to, but I won't tolerate any racism or bullying."
Mrs. Hans quickly reassured her, "She won't engage in any such behavior. You have our word."
Anastasia nodded, satisfied. "Alright. She can start tomorrow."
As they left, Anastasia felt a small sense of accomplishment. The Hanses were the sixth human couple to trust her institution, and it felt like a step in the right direction. However, the day was only beginning, and her responsibilities were far from over.
After hours of paperwork and planning, she decided to take a walk to clear her head. Walking through the university grounds, she inspected the students' progress. The classes were bustling with activity; 50 teachers and 20 professors were working hard to guide the students. Despite the bustling atmosphere, Anastasia felt a weariness setting in. She headed to the garden, seeking solace in nature's embrace.
While strolling, she noticed a young girl sitting by herself, tears streaming down her face. Concerned, Anastasia approached her gently. "What's wrong?"
The girl looked up with frightened eyes. "My name is Lily. I transferred to this university because I was bullied at the University of Sky. But now... they've found me here too. The same girls are bullying me again."
Anastasia's eyes darkened as she noticed the faint scars on Lily's wrists. A surge of anger shot through her. "Come with me."
In the blink of an eye, Anastasia was striding down the corridors of the University of Sky with Lily by her side. Students and teachers alike gawked as she passed, her presence demanding attention. Without hesitation, she stormed into Mr. Charles's office, slamming the door open.
The man looked up, surprised. "Lady Anastasia? What brings you here?"
Anastasia's voice was icy as she spoke. "Your students are bullying one of mine."
Mr. Charles shrugged nonchalantly. "And what do you expect me to do about it? If my students are more powerful than yours, that's not my concern."
Anastasia's temper flared. "Your students may be powerful, but that doesn't excuse their behavior. I suggest you teach them some discipline, if you're capable of it."
He leaned back smugly. "I'm not going to do anything about it. Handle it yourself if you must."
Anastasia's eyes blazed with fury. "Very well. I'll deal with it myself."
She stormed out of the room, determined to put an end to the bullying once and for all. Back at her university, she gathered the students and addressed them firmly. "If anyone from another university tries to bully you, stand up for yourselves. This place is your home, and no one has the right to make you feel unsafe."
After ensuring that Lily was comforted and cared for, Anastasia retreated to her room. She locked the door behind her and collapsed onto her bed, the weight of her responsibilities finally catching up to her. Exhaustion took over, and she slept deeply, undisturbed for twelve hours.
