Alethea is a kind-hearted girl carrying the weight of the Magic Dimension on her shoulders. Read as she tries to find her place in a world full of chaos, while she herself is anything but. Adjusting to a life filled with danger when all she wants is...
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Alethea's POV:
We were sitting in Professor Wizgiz's class, his voice humming on about sound wave attacks, but my mind kept drifting to Silas. I couldn't shake the feeling of worry gnawing at me. Stella, too, was clearly deep in thought, staring out the window, her brow furrowed in concern.
"The best way to counter a sound wave attack," Professor Wizgiz was saying, "is to transform into an earless Tosollo." He transformed before us, demonstrating as always with his usual nonchalance. But all I could think about was Silas.
"What you can't hear won't hurt you," he added with a casual shrug, but his words barely registered in my mind.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and I stood up, stretching before walking toward the door, waiting for Stella and Musa to catch up. The hallway was filled with students, their voices overlapping in a dull hum, but it all felt distant to me, like I was in my own world.
"Stella, what's wrong?" I asked softly, glancing at her. She hadn't said anything, just staring out at the sky, her face filled with unease.
"What's wrong is my stress level," Stella admitted with a sigh, rubbing her forehead. "I'm starting to get really worried about Brandon, Silas, and Sky. We haven't heard from them since we left them on Eraklyon."
I felt my chest tighten. I was so worried too, especially about Silas. I hadn't fully processed everything that happened on Eraklyon—the dangers we'd faced, the fact that Silas and Brandon were probably locked up somewhere, and the ever-present threat of Valtor. But Silas... my heart ached at the thought of him in danger, and I couldn't stop thinking about how much I missed him.
Flora and Aisha joined us, having overheard part of the conversation. "Don't worry, Stella," Flora said gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You know they can take care of themselves."
Musa, always the one to try and lighten the mood, grinned mischievously. "Hey, you know what would cheer everyone up?"
I already had an idea of where this was going. "Some of Flora's great tea?"
Musa's grin widened. "Exactly!"
The thought of Flora's tea made me smile despite myself. It was always a comfort, especially when everything felt so overwhelming.
Flora giggled, linking her arm through mine. "I'll make something extra yummy for all of us," she promised, and for the first time that day, I felt a small sense of peace. The chaos of the world seemed a little more manageable when we were together, and I knew, no matter how worried I was about Silas, that we would face whatever came next side by side.
***
I stepped outside, letting the cool air wash over me as I stood in the courtyard, hoping for a moment of calm. But as I glanced around, I froze, my gaze locking onto a pair of familiar brown eyes across the way.
