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...
Principal Dexter's demeanor shifted almost imperceptibly. The hardened line of authority softened, just slightly, as he clasped his hands together atop the desk. For a fleeting moment, concern flickered behind his sharp gaze—a crack in the composed facade he so carefully maintained. The silence in the room thickened, heavy with expectation and judgment. Starfania barely noticed.
Her attention had dropped to her leg. The sword-pen, tucked inside her pocket, thrummed once—a faint vibration, subtle but unmistakable. Not loud. Not urgent. A warning. Its faint glow bled through the fabric, pulsing softly...then stilling, as if listening. Starfania's breath hitched. It was like the tightening of an invisible tide each night. The same pressure. The same quiet inevitability. Dexter's voice cut through the tension.
" Becka," he said calmly, deliberately, " you will serve detention for the next two weeks."
The words echoed like a dropped gavel. Becka's jaw fell open, disbelief flashing across her face.
For a moment, she simply stared at him—frozen—before frustration erupted.
" Why me?" She protested sharply. " Why am I being punished while Starfania gets away with it?"
Dexter's expression darkened. His gaze fixed on Becka, unyielding.
" Your disrespectful language—both during and after the altercation—cannot be ignored," he said evenly. " Actions have consequences, Becka. Your behavior warrants an additional week of detention, effective immediately."
The finality in his tone struck harder than the punishment itself. Becka's heart raced.
" That's not fair!" She snapped, crossing her arms defensively. " She started it! I was just defending myself."
Dexter did not flinch.
" Your version of events does not change the outcome," he replied. " You could have chosen restraint. You chose provocation."
He paused—then added, his voice lowering just a fraction: " Detention is time to reflect. I suggest you use it wisely."
Becka's lips pressed into a tight line. With an abrupt scrape of the chair, she stood, her face a storm of indignation, disbelief, and fury. Without another word, she turned and strode toward the door. Her footsteps echoed sharply against the polished floor. At the threshold, she hesitated—hand lingering on the handle—as if debating one last remark. Then she scoffed under her breath and left. The door shut with a sharp click that reverberated through the room. Silence rushed back in. Dexter exhaled slowly and turned his attention to Starfania. She sat rigid, pale, fingers curled tightly in her lap. The sword-pen pulsed once more.
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Softer this time. Slower. As if counting down. Dexter studied her for a long moment—longer than necessary.
" There are...forces at work in this world," he said at last, his voice quieter now. Thoughtful. " For some, emotional instability becomes dangerous when left unchecked."
Starfania swallowed. Outside the window, the sky glowed faintly—brighter than it should have been for this hour. The moon was coming. She felt it.
" I advise you," Dexter continued, eyes narrowing slightly, " to keep yourself grounded in the coming days. Control matters—especially when change is near."
The sword-pen went still. But Starfania knew. This wasn't over. Not the incident. Not the power. Not the full moon waiting just beyond the horizon.
