The following week, Faye found herself walking the twisting halls of Heartseeker with a new sense of defiance growing inside her. The relentless torment from Calista and her clique, the cold, cutting remarks from Kieran, the constant reminder of her failures in class—all of it was beginning to harden something in Faye. She couldn't afford to be weak any longer.
She wasn't blind to how out of place she was in this world. Every day, her golden hair and greenish-gold eyes seemed to draw unwanted attention, marking her as different. But her appearance wasn't her weakness. Her weakness had been letting them get to her—letting their words chip away at her confidence until she started believing them. Not anymore.
Faye spent her nights practicing quietly in her room, long after her classmates had gone to bed. If she couldn't succeed in the classes, she'd find another way to learn.
She stole books from the library, poring over them by candlelight, her eyes scanning old faerie legends, incantations, and ancient runes. Even though the spells seemed distant, just out of her grasp, she refused to give up. Every night, the silver key her mother had left her rested on the desk beside her, its presence giving her comfort. Maybe the answers she sought were buried in her past—somewhere in the secrets her mother never had the chance to tell her.
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The Story
FantasyFaye is invited to the Heartseeker Academy, for supernaturals. While being scorned, Faye thought that she was only human... Or that's what she thought.
