The Legacy Of Mecatopia And The Crown Awakening. S1

S1 E14: Loving you was my greatest mistake.

The corridor was bustling with students as Isabella and Lysandra made their way to history class. Lysandra, as always, was talking excitedly about the upcoming class, her enthusiasm infectious.

"I swear, Isabella, Professor Nyx better not start with those boring dates again," Lysandra joked, nudging her friend with a grin.

Isabella chuckled, shaking her head. "You'll survive. Besides, you're the one who loves the stories behind them."

As they turned the corner, Lysandra suddenly froze mid-step, her face dropping. Isabella followed her gaze and saw what had caught her attention, Alex, Lysandra's boyfriend, leaning against the wall, kissing another girl.

The world seemed to blur around Lysandra, her chest tightening. Her breath hitched as she whispered, "No... no, this can't be happening."

Alex noticed them then, his eyes widening as he quickly pulled away from the girl. "Lysandra, wait!" he called out, walking toward her.

Lysandra took a shaky step back, her voice trembling. "What... what is this?"

"It's not what it looks like!" Alex pleaded, reaching out toward her.

"Not what it looks like?" she repeated, her voice breaking. "I saw you, Alex. I saw you!"

The girl Alex had been kissing slipped away into the crowd, leaving the three of them alone. Isabella stayed silent, standing protectively by Lysandra's side.

"Listen, Lysandra," Alex started, desperation in his voice. "She doesn't mean anything to me. It was a mistake"

"A mistake?" Lysandra interrupted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How do you mistake kissing someone else, Alex? I trusted you! I..." She trailed off, her voice cracking.

"Please, just let me explain"

"No, Alex," she said firmly, her voice trembling with pain. "You don't get to explain this away. I loved you. And you..." She shook her head, unable to finish.

Turning to Isabella, she whispered, "Let's go."

Isabella shot Alex a cold glare before gently taking Lysandra's arm and leading her away.

As they walked down the corridor, Lysandra wiped her tears and said softly, "I feel so stupid, Isabella. I thought he was different. I thought he loved me."

Isabella squeezed her shoulder gently. "You didn't do anything wrong, Lysandra. He's the one who doesn't deserve you. Let him regret it."

Lysandra nodded, though her tears didn't stop. "It just hurts so much, you know? I thought he was my forever..."

"I know," Isabella said softly, guiding her into the history classroom. "But you're stronger than this, Lysandra. And you're not alone."

"I dont know why? No one loves me? My heart." Lysandra whispers.

Isabella replied "soon,Lys". And they enter in history class.

The history class of magic in the castle is an enchanting room that exudes an ancient, almost mystical aura. Tall, arched windows allow dim light to filter through, casting an ethereal glow on the stone walls lined. The air carries a faint scent of old parchment, and floating candles illuminate each corner of the room.

Tables are arranged in a semi-circle around a central stone podium, allowing every student a clear view of the front and fostering an intimate setting for storytelling. Each table is crafted from dark mahogany, with intricate carvings along the edges that appear to move when glanced at from the corner of one's eye. Large, cushioned chairs provide comfort, hinting at the hours students are expected to spend delving into the mysteries of their history.