Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 111

Chapter 111- Parental Frequencies

They arrived at Domus International School.

Miexha stepped out of the car—
And froze.

The structure loomed ahead, towering glass and light, reflecting the sky like a second horizon.

Familiar. But not.

“It was Wayne Academy before,” Zatariel said quietly beside her.
“Now… it’s Domus International School.”

Miexha’s chest tightened.
Same place. Different world.

Students passed by in futuristic uniforms—white and navy smart-fiber, threaded with faint silver constellations that shimmered when they moved.

Miexha blinked.
“…They glow.”

Zatariel puffed his chest proudly.
“I designed them,” he said. “Took me a hundred days of annoying Jayson into approval.”

Miexha let out a soft laugh, easily imagining it.
“I can actually see that happening.”

Shellie immediately grabbed her hand.
“Come on! I’ll show you everything!”

She dragged her forward with unstoppable energy.

“Announcement board on the touchscreen! And look—” she pointed excitedly,
“—gossip scrolls at the bottom. Real-time updates. Don’t blink or you’ll miss drama.”

Miexha leaned in.
“…That’s dangerous.”

“Very,” Shellie said with flair.

Drones zipped overhead, carrying bags, trays, even entire stacks of books.

Miexha ducked instinctively.
“Should I be worried?!”

Zatariel glanced up casually.
“Only if you have a peanut allergy,” he said. “That one’s carrying PB&J.”

“…oh.”

Students moved between levels—not by stairs—

But by floating plates.

They glided through the air, some standing, some sitting, some spinning like it was a game.

“Lift plates,” Zatariel explained. “Accessibility designed by Jayson. Walk, float, fly—whatever works.”

Then— Miexha stopped.
Completely.

A boy stretched his arm across two lockers—rubber-like, elastic.

Another walked past, flames dancing across his fingertips.

Above them, a girl soared by—wings shimmering like glass.

Miexha’s breath caught.
“…What…? Are we in fantasy...?”

Zatariel’s voice softened.
“Intras. Hybrids. Aemans.”

He watched them quietly.
“They don’t have to hide anymore.”
A pause.
“This generation grew up knowing they belong. This school… teaches them how to live with what they are. Not fear it.”

Miexha didn’t speak.
She just watched.

The world had moved on.
Without her.

“Oi.”
Leon reappeared, casually holding hands with a tall, confident girl.
“This is Kyla Rivera. My girlfriend.”

Kyla gave a small nod—graceful, composed.

Miexha blinked, then nodded back.
“…You kids move fast.”