𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘺.

Forty.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Last of Silvermoon Academy

Silvermoon Academy stood on the edge of the forest, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. The ancient walls of the academy, which had once echoed with the laughter and challenges of countless students, now stood still. The once-bustling halls were quiet, and the fields where the students had trained and played lay barren, the echoes of their joy only a memory now.

Akira Tsukimura stood in the courtyard, gazing at the academy she had spent years transforming, a place that had once felt like a dream she could never fully grasp. She had given it everything—her heart, her spirit, and every ounce of her strength. She had brought it to life, shaped it into a beacon of hope for every supernatural being who walked through its gates. But now, it was time for the academy to rest.

Her fingers traced the edges of the stone pillar beside her, where the academy's emblem was engraved. A legacy that had started with her grandfather, passed down through generations, now came to an end. It wasn't a bitter feeling, but a peaceful one. After all, nothing lasts forever.

Her friends—Rowan, Renetta, Kael, Lucian, and all the others who had stood by her side through every challenge—gathered around her. Together, they had seen the academy through its greatest trials and triumphs. They had witnessed the lives of countless supernaturals transformed within these walls, and they had poured their hearts into the students who had walked through the academy's doors.

"Akira," Rowan spoke softly, her voice carrying a weight of understanding, "you've given this place everything. More than anyone could have asked. It's time to let it go."

Akira nodded, feeling the warmth of her friends' words settle in her chest. The decision hadn't been easy. She had considered every angle, but ultimately, the time had come. The academy had outgrown its original purpose, and it was time for it to evolve into something new. Something that couldn't be contained within the walls of a single institution.

"Maybe it's time for something new," Akira said, her voice calm and resolute. "A new beginning. Not just for us, but for the future. Silvermoon Academy will always live on in our hearts, but the world is changing. The magic is everywhere now, in every corner of the earth, and so should the spirit of this place."

Lucian, always the one to lighten the mood, gave her a reassuring smile. "You've created a legacy, Akira. One that can't be taken away. And the world will remember Silvermoon Academy, not just for its halls, but for what you've done for everyone who passed through its gates."

Kael stepped forward, his usual quiet demeanor holding a rare sense of pride. "You brought us together. You gave us a home when we needed it most. That's something no one can forget."

Akira looked at them all—her friends, her family—and realized something profound. They were the true legacy of Silvermoon Academy. It wasn't just the classrooms or the rituals, but the bonds they had formed. The strength they had found in each other, the growth they had all experienced in ways they never could have imagined. Silvermoon Academy had been more than just a school—it had been a place where all of them had learned what it meant to be a leader, to be a friend, and to be a family.

"It's time for the next chapter," Akira said, turning to face the setting sun. "And we'll write it together."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of gold and purple, Akira knew that she wasn't alone. Even as Silvermoon Academy closed its doors for the last time, the bonds formed within it would live on forever. The friendships, the struggles, the victories—they had all shaped who they were, and now, they would carry those lessons into the future.

With a final glance at the academy, Akira turned toward the road ahead. The future was unknown, but one thing was certain: she was ready to face it with her friends by her side. And no matter where life took them, Silvermoon Academy would remain a part of them, always.

As they walked away from the academy together, the stars began to shine above them, bright and endless, just like the potential of what was to come.

And so, the legacy of Silvermoon Academy ended not with a closing door, but with a new beginning, where magic and destiny intertwined, leaving the past behind and embracing the future.

The End