In the light of the Breath of Evil's defeat six months ago, Prickle never expected her parents to get the brilliant idea to ship her off to Jade Mountain Academy, despite the constant assassination-attempts and frequent judging glances that seemed to be the norm at that inter-tribal heck-hole. The math/history assignments would be torture, too; and with her first day ending in a strange, surreal dream where a cloaked dragon upon a black throne promises the world in exchange for simple information on the school, Prickle's not quite sure she's the one to investigate the possibility of spies, stop the mysterious figures that seek to do moons knows what with the academy, save the faculty, save her friends, save her grades, dodge the 'sometimes unhappy' principal's disapproval, and stop anything bad from happening. Easy, right? Now, her only issue is a matter of time; all before it's too late.

I really enjoy writing and I have been writing poems for a while, I'm finally gaining the confidence to share them, some are extremely personal to me and discuss some topics that may make people uncomfortable so please check the tws. Most of them are genuine, and a few are dramatized and/ or are made up completely. It's up to the reader to figure out which are which. That's the beauty of interpretation. The ones that use quotes or I said that whoever said a certain thing are one hundred percent real, I could provide screenshots to prove them. Anyway, even though most of these are genuine and come from me, if you want me to write about something specific, I can definitely try just lmk! Best Ranks #2 In Poem #3 in poetry/poembook

Hi guys this is my first time writing so please don't mind any mistakes. This is a ArSu fan fiction. Disclaimer : No offense to Draupadi fans but in this book Draupadi is not present so no offense but this is ArSu fan fiction so all of the scenes are based on my imagination and are fictional not to offend anyone. ArSu lovers and Subhadra and Arjun lovers will love this book. This book will have all the ArSu moments we want. Enjoy Reading !

In a Duchy divided by power and haunted by old sins, two boys grow up in worlds that should never touch. Cornelius Philadelphia, heir to a noble house, plays his family's gold‑beaded piano with the grace expected of a perfect son. Every note he plays is watched, measured, judged. His father's expectations press on him like a second spine-straight, rigid, unyielding. To everyone else, Cornelius lives a charmed life. Only he knows how heavy it feels. Aurelius Frost has nothing left to carry except his name-and even that is a curse. Once the child of a house destined for the throne, he now wanders the streets in rags, hated for crimes he never committed. His family is gone. His home is ash. His future is a blank page no one wants him to write on. Two boys. Two worlds. One drowning in duty, the other in loss. And yet, one autumn afternoon, a melody bridges the impossible distance between them. Aurelius follows the sound like a starving soul chasing warmth. Cornelius plays to escape the weight on his shoulders. When their eyes meet through an open window, something shifts-quietly, irrevocably. "Don't run, little cat," Cornelius says with a smile that shouldn't exist in a world so cruel. In that moment, a noble heir burdened by perfection and a fallen boy burdened by hatred take their first step toward each other. Toward healing. Toward defiance. Toward a bond strong enough to challenge the world that tried to break them both.