Two Worlds Apart

Chapter 7: Star

"Come on, Estrella, let’s go!” The familiar voice beckoned, leading us towards our favorite spot in Etheria.
“I’m coming!” I called out, struggling to keep up as my friend dashed ahead. I admired his speed and the way his dark hair complemented his striking features.

We finally reached our cherished spot in the heart of the Etherian Forest, where the grass was soft and perfect for stargazing.

"Look, a shooting star!" he exclaimed, pointing at the sky. "Let's make a wish." He closed his eyes, making his wish. I followed suit.

"What did you wish for?" he asked as we lay back on the grass."I wished we'd be friends forever," I replied.

"Let's make it a promise," he said, sitting up. I crouched beside him as he extended his pinky.

"Promise to stay best friends no matter what.""I promise," I said, intertwining my pinky with his.

"Bri-
                        Brielle

I jolted awake as my alarm clock blared. My head throbbed, and the dream felt strangely familiar yet distant, as if those memories had been erased.

I got ready for school and headed downstairs for breakfast, where my family was already eating.

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted, taking a seat next to my little sister Elodie.

"Good morning," she responded with a warm smile.

"Good morning, daughter. I heard the sign-ups for the trials started early this year. Did you enroll?" my father asked.

"Yes, Father, I signed up yesterday. Don't worry, I've been preparing for this moment. I won't fail you," I assured him.

"Let's hope so, because I'll be watching from the arena," he said sternly."Of course, Father. I won't let you down," I said, fighting back tears. I blinked them away and began eating my breakfast.

The annual trials at school were the event I had eagerly awaited since I first set foot in the academy. It was also the event my father had always kept a close eye on.

Winning the trials was my chance to prove myself and possibly alter my position as second in line for the throne. I trained tirelessly, driven by an insatiable hunger for power. It was as though the more I achieved, the more I craved, an endless cycle of desire and ambition.

                            ***
I get to school to a crying bestfriend.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, pulling her into a comforting hug.

"It's just... some guy called me a fat ass," she sniffled, her frown deepening.

I raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smirk. "You're upset over someone calling you a fat ass?"

"Yes!" she said, her voice cracking.

"Come on, Stell, it's just one person. Besides, you work out every weekend. Your ass is far from what he said," I reassured her.

"You really think so?" she asked, her eyes still red.

"I know so," I said with a smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Now let's get to class." We walked to our classroom together, her mood already starting to lift.

                          Theon

I was sitting in my Spellmentation class as I watched Brielle struggling to make the right formula to heal a wound.