A World Rewritten

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Aurillie’s POV:

"Do you want to get ready before we head to Xavier Academy?" The royal messenger’s voice was calm, almost too calm, as he stood there in his impeccably tailored uniform. I shook my head in denial. To me, I was already decent enough.

"Can I refuse the offer?" I asked, my tone carrying a hint of defiance. The royal messenger’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth slightly agape as if I’d just spoken in a foreign language.

"You want to refuse? Why?" he asked in a calm tone though his face said otherwise.

Wasn’t it obvious?

"Why? Because I don’t feel like spending my time surrounded by rich brats who will probably flaunt their latest magical gadgets and designer robes," I said bluntly, rolling my eyes. Well okay. I know I need to keep my tongue in check..

The messenger seemed momentarily stunned, his face registering a mixture of confusion and disbelief. The silence that followed was thick and awkward, and for a moment, I couldn’t help but find his reaction oddly amusing. There was something almost comical about the way he stared at me.

"I’m afraid you’ll need to discuss this with the owner of Xavier Academy, Ms. Aurillie," he finally said, his voice slightly faltering.

Before I could retort, a loud clamor erupted outside the door. A throng of reporters had gathered, their cameras flashing incessantly and questions firing off in rapid succession. The sudden onslaught of attention made my skin crawl. I loathed crowds.

"Ms. Aurillie, how do you feel about being chosen?" one reporter shouted, shoving a microphone in my face. Before I could even reply--

"Did you expect to be chosen?" another chimed in, practically tripping over their own feet to get closer.

The questions kept coming, each one more intrusive than the last. Their voices blended into a cacophony of noise, making my head spin. Panic set in as I struggled to maintain my composure. Without another thought, I slammed the door shut, leaned against it, and took a deep breath. I hadn’t even stepped into the academy yet, and I already hated the entire situation.

Why did people find this exhilarating? To me, it felt like a suffocating nightmare. If I had the power, I’d set this place ablaze without a second thought. My frustration was palpable.

As I vented my anger silently, a new knock on the door interrupted my rant. I took another deep breath, trying to stifle my irritation. If another reporter was behind that door, I might just lose control and jump on him, sucking his blood off. Slowly, I opened the door, and oh gosh I was relieved to see it was the royal messenger. I peered around to make sure no reporters were sneaking up.

"Are the reporters gone?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. The royal messenger’s deep, resonant chuckle was unexpectedly soothing, though it also made me think of a melodramatic villain from an old play.

"Yes," he said, his voice smooth and almost soothing. "When you closed the door and refused to answer their questions, I took the liberty of sending them away. I assumed you weren’t fond of crowds."

I felt a twinge of embarrassment for being so clearly irritated. The fact that he had noticed and acted on it made me feel like a spoiled brat caught throwing a tantrum. I tried to shake off the feeling, but I couldn’t help but chuckle at how absurdly over-the-top my reaction had been.

"So, are you ready?" he asked, his tone carrying a touch of curiosity.

I looked at him, weighing my options, then nodded reluctantly.

"Yeah, sure, I guess- Wait! Let me grab my phone."

I walked to the dining room, where my phone lay on the table, and snatched it up. As I headed back towards the door, a wave of disbelief washed over me. This whole situation felt surreal—being called the Chosen One, dealing with a royal messenger, facing a barrage of reporters, and heading to Xavier Academy. It all seemed like a bizarre, unwelcome dream, and everyone else appeared to see it as a grand adventure.

The royal messenger led me to the car, and I flopped onto the back seat. The plush leather screamed luxury, the kind that felt out of my league. But then again, who was I kidding? It was Xavier Academy's car—everything they touched probably cost more than my entire existence. I sighed, staring out the window as the city zipped past, reporters and paparazzi swarming the streets like flies. Don’t they have lives?

Give me some damn privacy! I wish their wives made them sleep on the floor tonight. Ugh.

Bored, I turned on my phone, hoping for some entertainment. Just as I unlocked the screen, a flood of notifications hit me like a tidal wave. Wow, am I already famous? Hundreds of friend requests poured in—something I didn’t want. Some left compliments, which I appreciated. Like, "You’re beautiful." Well, thanks, I already know that. Then came the trolls, the ones I would graciously label "lifeless brats."

I scrolled through hate comments, snorting at their weak attempts to rile me up. "It's unfair to choose a random, normal vampire!" One commented. Yeah, keep being jealous. I don't care.

But then, a few comments really caught my attention:

“Make sure your ugly ass stays away from my Zane.” And
“I’ll break your nose if I see you with my sweetheart.”

Zane? Who the hell was Zane? I frowned at my screen. Did these people even have a shred of common sense? I mean, sure, creatures could be dumb sometimes, but this dumb? Really? I didn’t even know who this Zane person was, yet here they were, acting like I was plotting some evil scheme to steal him away.

Well, thanks for the heads-up, trolls. Now I have a name to look out for. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. "I'll make sure to meet your Zane and tell him his kids are waiting for him at home." The kids being these obsessed idiots, of course. That’s what they were—bratty, brainless children.

I kept scrolling through more nonsense until the royal messenger interrupted my blissful dive into internet chaos.

"We're here, Ms. Aurillie," he said, his voice smooth and too calm for the whirlwind of emotions rolling inside me.

Why does he always have to be so calm?

I glanced out the window at the towering gates of Xavier Academy, my stomach twisting with a mix of dread and annoyance. So, this is it.

"Fantastic," I muttered under my breath.

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