Dreambreaker

Secrets Unveiled

Wes glanced at the chalk-streaked table, the fading colors of their imaginary world smeared under his fingers. Jayde watched him, wondering what wild idea was floating through his mind now. He had that faraway look again, the one that meant something was brewing.

"You ever feel like there's more out there?" Wes asked suddenly, leaning forward, his eyes locked onto hers. "Like... way more than just this?"

Jayde raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. "You mean more than school? Sure. I think about it all the time."

Wes smirked. "Not just school, Jayde. I'm talking about... more. Things we're not told about. Things that are hidden."

She hesitated, the seriousness in his voice sending a shiver down her spine. "What do you mean, hidden? Like some conspiracy theory?"

"Not quite," Wes said, standing up and throwing his backpack over his shoulder. "Come with me. I wanna show you something."

Jayde blinked. "Now?"

Wes grinned and held out his hand. "Now. You trust me, don't you?"

For a split second, Jayde wondered if she should be doing this. But this was Wes. The guy she'd been spending all her spare time with, the guy who could turn any mundane moment into magic. So she stood, slipped her hand into his, and let him lead the way.

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They left the library through a side door that led into the shadowy, less-trafficked part of the school. The hallways here felt older, like they hadn't been touched since the place was built. Wes led her down a narrow stairwell, each step echoing through the silent, dim corridor. Jayde's heart pounded faster with each descent, but she said nothing, trusting that whatever Wes was up to was worth it.

They finally reached a plain door at the bottom of the stairs. Wes reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, silver key. He slid it into the lock with practiced ease, pushing the door open with a soft creak.

Jayde stepped inside cautiously, her breath catching as the room lit up. It wasn't just any old storage room. This place was filled with strange symbols and markings etched into the stone walls, glowing faintly in blues and greens. Books, some bound in cracked leather, lay strewn across a large wooden table, along with candles and jars of what looked like herbs and powders.

"What... what is this?" Jayde asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wes turned to her, his face suddenly serious. "This is part of what I've been trying to tell you. Magic is real, Jayde."

She blinked, taking a step back. "What? Magic? Like, spells and potions? You can't be serious."

"I'm dead serious." Wes moved closer to one of the walls, tracing his finger along one of the glowing symbols. "This is ancient stuff. Magic's been around for centuries, but it's kept hidden. Most people don't know about it—only those who are gifted or... connected."