Step into a mesmerizing world where dragons soar high into the vast skies and legends become reality. " Dragon Savior: A New Beginning " is a captivating fantasy novel that follows the adventure of Starfania, a young girl destined to find her true p...
Aeron broke through the crowd too late. " Starfania—!"
His voice cracked through the hallway, sharp with panic as he shoved past clustered students. Daniel followed close behind, calling her name, but neither of them reached her in time. Professor Shadow was already guiding her forward. Aeron caught one last glimpse of her face—and his chest clenched. She wasn't angry anymore. She wasn't even there. Her eyes were distant, unfocused, as if she were looking through the walls instead of at them. Her shoulders were rigid, her steps mechanical. Blood still streaked her knuckles, unnoticed.
" Hey—wait!" Aeron tried again, but a Scarlet Rage member blocked him instinctively, and by the time he twisted free—she was already gone. Daniel stood frozen beside him, fists clenched.
" That wasn't...that wasn't her," he muttered. Aeron didn't answer. Because deep down, something far worse gnawed at him—What if it was?
Starfania walked. Not with them—through them. The hallway stretched and warped, sounds dulling into a distant hum. Whispers buzzed like flies in her ears.
" Did you see—"
" She really—"
" What if—"
The floor felt wrong beneath her feet, like it might give way at any moment. Her breathing was shallow, uneven. She focused on one thing only—Don't fall. She caught sight of Aeron and Daniel in the crowd. Aeron's face was tight with worry, his eyes searching hers desperately. Daniel stood rigid, disbelief etched into every line of his expression.
A knot twisted in Starfania's stomach. She wanted to stop. To say something. Anything. But fear sealed her lips. So she looked away. She quickened her pace, pushing through the sea of students. Each step felt detached, like she was watching herself move from far away. Snippets of conversation drifted past her—
" What if she—"
" Did you hear—"
" Cesar's daughter—"
The doors loomed ahead. She forced herself forward. The principal's office swallowed them whole. Authority radiated from the room, cold and absolute.
Principal Dexter sat behind his sleek back desk—tall, imposing, sharp-eyed. Everything was immaculate. Controlled. A polished nameplate gleamed beneath the overhead lights. Principal Dexter. He gestures to the two empty chairs.
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" Take your seats," he said flatly. Becka and Starfania exchanged glances before sitting, the weight of the moment pressing down like a vice. The door creaked open again. Professor Shadow entered, stopping beside the desk. His gaze swept over them before settling briefly—pointedly—on Starfania.
" I trust you'll handle this appropriately, Principal Dexter," he said coolly. Dexter leaned back, fingers steepled beneath his chin. " Professor Shadow, I always do. Your timing is impeccable, as always."
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. Shadow nodded once, satisfied. " Good."
Then he turned and left. The door clicked shut. The sound echoed too loudly. Dexter leaned forward, folding his hands atop the desk. His gaze pinned them both.
" Now," he said deliberately, " let's address the matter. Shall we?"
His voice carried disappointment wrapped in authority. " You are both here because your behavior has disrupted the order of this school. Fights are unacceptable. The consequence of your actions will not be overlooked."
Starfania sat rigid, jaw tight. Becka shifted beside her. Dexter's gaze moved to Becka. " Care to explain your side? What started this?"
Silence. Then—
" Starfania started it!" Becka burst out. " She hit me for no reason! I was completely innocent!"
Starfania's nails dug into her palms. Dexter raised an eyebrow. " Innocent, huh? And what exactly led to this incident?'
Becka faltered. " We were just...talking. Then things got heated."
She shot Starfania a glance. " But it's not my fault! I wasn't saying anything that deserved that! She just overreacts!"
" Overreacts?" Starfania snapped. Crossing her arms, frustration flashing across her face. " You called me a worthless loser in front of everyone! You even blamed me for my mother's death!"
Dexter rubbed his temples slowly.
" Let's take a step back," he said firmly. " Accusations are flying. I need clarity."
Becka opened her mouth again—but Starfania cut her off.
" You don't know what it's like for me!" She said, her voice shaking. " You don't know my story!"
Dexter turned fully toward her, nodding once for her to continue.
" Every time something goes wrong, everyone looks at me like I'm the problem," she said, her voice strengthening despite the tremor beneath it. " I'm tired of being blamed. I didn't ask for any of this."
Her hands trembled in her lap. And for the first time since the hallway—she felt it. The weight. The fear. The fire is still waiting beneath the surface.
