Vanessa has spent her life believing she was abandoned, shuffling between neglectful foster homes and haunted by strange nightmares. When her suppressed magic resurfaces, she is thrust into the mysterious world of Alfea, a school for fairies. There...
The courtyard was still in shambles the morning after the explosion. Students moved about with solemn expressions, their whispered conversations carrying the weight of what had happened. Vanessa stood at the edge of the destruction, her chest tightening as she surveyed the charred ground and broken stone.
"She's slipping away," Vanessa murmured, her voice trembling.
Alexander placed a steady hand on her shoulder, his green eyes scanning the scene with quiet intensity. "We'll bring her back, Vanessa. But we can't do it alone."
Sky stood beside them, his usual grin absent as his blue eyes flicked between Vanessa and the ruins. "Whatever Rosalind's planning, this was just the beginning."
The bond buzzed faintly with their shared determination, but Vanessa couldn't shake the heavy knot of fear in her chest. Bloom's fiery magic and defiant words haunted her, each one a painful reminder of how far her sister had drifted.
"I can't lose her," Vanessa said softly, her locket glowing faintly beneath her shirt. "Not like this."
"You won't," Alexander said firmly. "We'll fight for her, Vanessa. No matter what."
The bond thrummed faintly, its warmth a quiet reassurance. Vanessa exhaled, some of the tension in her chest easing as she nodded.
"Thank you," she said, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. "For being here."
"Always," Sky said with a faint grin. "You're stuck with us, remember?"
Vanessa managed a small smile, the bond buzzing softly with their shared resolve. But deep down, the fear lingered.
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Vanessa found Bloom later that day, standing alone at the edge of the forest. The fiery glow of her magic flickered faintly in the dim light, her posture tense as she stared into the distance.
"Bloom," Vanessa called, her voice steady despite the tightness in her chest.
Bloom turned, her fiery gaze narrowing. "What do you want?"
"To talk," Vanessa said, stepping closer. "About what happened."
Bloom crossed her arms, her fiery magic sparking faintly. "What's there to talk about? I did what I had to do."
"You nearly destroyed the courtyard," Vanessa said, her voice rising. "You could've hurt someone-yourself included."
Bloom's fiery temper flared, the flames in her hands burning brighter. "I was trying to stop the veil from breaking. Isn't that what you want?"
"Not like this," Vanessa said, her voice trembling. "Not by trusting Rosalind."
"She's the only one who understands what I'm going through," Bloom snapped, her fiery magic crackling around her. "She doesn't treat me like I'm a problem to be fixed."
