Ten Years Later…
The wind swept gently across the balcony as the early morning sun filtered through the bedroom blinds. Sevira stood in front of her mirror, combing through her thick, midnight-black hair. Her face had matured — still striking, but sharper now, holding the shadow of something deeper. Wisdom. Secrets. Maybe even danger.
Behind her, Alex leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, her wild curls still messy from sleep.
"Come on, Sev," She said with a grin. "Your hair looks perfect. Let's not make Mom scream our names again."
She rolled her eyes.
A voice echoed from the stairs.
"Alex! Sevira! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" Courtney shouted, her tone sharp, urgent.
Alex smirked. "See?"
Sevira chuckled and grabbed her black leather backpack. They glanced at each other — the kind of look you give someone who's been through it all with you.
Today wasn't just another school day. It was the start of something… new.
Downstairs, their guardian and father figure, Dr. Mark Snow , waited beside his black SUV, arms crossed, keys in hand. His eyes softened when he saw them.
"I know this is sudden," he said once they were buckled in. "But it's time you both had the kind of education your minds deserve. MY High is the best in the region."
Alex frowned. "But what about our friends?"
Sevira added quietly, "Our lives have already changed so much. Why this again?"
Mark sighed. "This isn't just about education. This school is… special. And I have reasons. Trust me, okay?"
They didn't press. Mark rarely did anything without a reason — and sometimes, those reasons were more than human.
They drove in silence, city sounds fading into the background. Trees lined the road as the sleek campus of MY High School appeared in the distance. Gated, towering, elegant — it looked more like a university than a high school.
Mark pulled up to the gate, turned to them, and smiled softly.
"I've spoken to the principal. You'll be in the same class. He'll help you adjust. Just be yourselves."
Sevira nodded. Alex gave him a thumbs-up.
"And please," Mark added, his eyes twinkling, "Try not to get expelled on the first day."
They laughed, nerves settling.
As they stepped out of the car, the gates of MY High School loomed above them. Polished steel with golden inscriptions. The school's motto engraved in Latin beneath a phoenix crest.
"Ex Ignibus Nos Surgimus."
From the flames, we rise.
Sevira stared at it for a moment, something about it pulling at her. Her fingertips brushed the cool metal of the gate.
"Let's go, mysterious girl," Alex said gently.
They walked in together.
Inside the Walls of MY High
The corridors buzzed with energy. Students in crisp uniforms laughed, shouted, whispered. Posters for science fairs, sports tryouts, and upcoming debates lined the walls. The energy was different here — sharper, more competitive, and undeniably elite.
As they made their way through the halls, a boy watching from the second-floor balcony noticed them. He tilted his head, interest piqued.
Within seconds, whispers spread like wildfire.
"Did you see them?"
"Who are they?"
"New kids?"
"Transfer students?"
"That girl's hair… is she even human?"
The news reached the classroom before they did.
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Room 5B
The chatter stopped the moment the principal walked in, flanked by Sevira and Alex. The air changed. Eyes turned. Curious. Intrigued. Some jealous.
The principal cleared his throat.
"Class, meet our new students — Sevira Snow and Alex Snow. They're transferring in from Grey Valley. Please give them a warm welcome."
Murmurs rippled across the room.
Alex gave a charming half-smile and nodded. Sevira simply scanned the room with those piercing emerald eyes and took her seat silently. Calm. Controlled.
The only noise was the heartbeat of curiosity echoing in the minds of the others.
The SKS & The Mean Girls
Meanwhile, at the far end of campus…
In the student lounge, the SKS — Scott, Kyle, and Sky — lounged like royalty. Scott, the tallest and most dangerously charming of the three, tapped his fingers against the table, staring out the window. He hadn't smiled yet today.
Kyle, busy checking his reflection in his phone, smirked. "You hear about the new girl?"
Sky raised an eyebrow. "Not just any girl. People are already comparing her to Lizzie."
Scott finally looked up. "Let me guess. Beautiful, mysterious, and already causing a scene."
"Exactly your type," Kyle teased.
Scott didn't deny it.
Across campus, in the library, the trio of queens — Lizzie, Kira, and Abby — were flipping through magazines and preparing to hand out weekly class materials.
Back in Class
As Sevira read through the syllabus on her desk, Alex leaned over, whispering, "You feel that?"
"Feel what?"
"Eyes. Watching. Every. Move."
Sevira didn't look up. "Ignore them."
But Alex couldn't help it. She gave a quick glance around the room — and indeed, most students were staring. Some admiring. Others calculating.
One boy even dropped his pen when Sevira crossed her legs and pulled out her book.
Alex laughed softly. "You're like a storm in a room full of candles."
Sevira rolled her eyes. "And you're still annoying."
Moments later, the door swung open again.
Lizzie, Kira, and Abby stepped in with perfectly timed struts. The energy shifted again.
"Sorry we're late," Lizzie said with a tone that wasn't sorry at all.
She walked past Sevira's desk slowly, her designer heels clicking like warning shots. Sevira didn't even glance up.
"Cute bag," Kira muttered sarcastically.
Alex tensed. Sevira just smiled faintly and flipped the page of her book.
Unbothered.
Unshaken.
"Guys, check out my new bracelet," Lizzie cooed, stretching her hand out as the gemstones glittered under the classroom lights.
Kira, seated beside her, barely spared it a glance before her eyes drifted across the room. Her expression shifted.
"Is that… the new girl?" she asked, nudging Lizzie. "She's reading. Like… really reading."
Lizzie followed her gaze. Across the room, Sevira Snow sat with her head bent, flipping through a thick math textbook as if it were a love letter. Beside her, her sister Alex Snow was quietly scribbling in a notebook, also unfazed by the buzz around them.
"New students and they're already studying?" Kira snorted. "Ugh. Stressful."
"Must be brainiacs," Abby muttered. "They look… focused."
"Or fake," Lizzie said, tightening her lips. But her eyes lingered too long on Sevira — on her effortlessly beautiful face, the quiet confidence in her posture, the way she seemed to exist in a different atmosphere than everyone else.
It bothered her.
Lizzie cleared her throat loudly, trying to catch Sevira's attention.
Nothing.
No glance. No reaction. Not even a twitch.
The girls blinked at each other, stunned. Lizzie rolled her eyes and turned away, trying to play it cool — but the sting was there.
Sevira, still reading, leaned slightly toward Alex. "These girls look weird."
Alex smirked from behind her book. "Just don't look at them."
"Dad sent us here to study, remember?" Sevira murmured. She reached into her bag, popped a sweet into her mouth, and returned to reading as if nothing had happened.
Moments Later
"Has Scott come in yet?" Lizzie asked loudly, turning to one of her classmates.
Before they could answer, the door opened and in walked Scott, flanked by his ever-present best friends — Kyle and Sky.
As always, the air shifted. Some girls straightened their hair. Others whispered. The classroom's energy turned magnetic.
They didn't just walk — they owned the space.
Scott paused halfway through the class, his eyes scanning lazily until they landed on the unfamiliar faces.
"Are the new ones?" he asked casually, glancing at the guys seated nearby.
One of them pointed discreetly toward the Snow sisters.
Scott's gaze sharpened.
Without warning, he stood, his footsteps echoing across the now-silent classroom as he approached Sevira and Alex. His presence alone made several students gasp in anticipation.
Sevira didn't look up.
Alex did — raising an eyebrow at the tall boy now standing directly in front of them, hands in his pockets, head tilted like he was studying a rare sculpture.
Alex gently tapped her sister's arm. "Uh… Sevira? There's someone staring at you like you owe him your soul."
"Still reading," Sevira replied dryly without looking up.
Before Scott could speak, the door swung open and in came Mr. David, their math teacher.
"Scott!" he barked playfully. "Making the class fun again?"
The students laughed.
Mr. David dropped his books on the table and scribbled an equation on the board.
"Alright, class — quick quiz. What formula do we use to solve this?"
Scott immediately raised his hand.
"The substitution method."
"Correct," Mr. David nodded. "Now who else?"
Sevira slowly raised her hand. "The Almighty formula also works."
The class froze.
She hadn't even looked at the board for more than two seconds.
Mr. David's brow lifted. "Interesting. Come prove it."
He gestured to both of them.
Scott walked up first, his movement confident, smooth. He solved it cleanly. The class clapped.
Then Sevira stepped forward.
Calm. Elegant. Silent.
She wrote her solution, step by step. When she turned back, Mr. David smiled.
"Well done, Sevira. That's actually the more complete method."
The class murmured.
Scott blinked, stunned. His usual smirk faltered.
That had never happened before.
He returned to his seat quietly, not saying a word.
Alex leaned in. "Did you just outsmart Mr. Perfect?"
"Apparently," Sevira replied, sipping from her water bottle like it was nothing.
Later That Evening – At Home
Dinner was rice, grilled chicken, and Courtney's too-spicy pepper sauce. The dining table was cozy, candles flickering, with laughter flowing between bites.
"So," Courtney said, placing a bowl on the table, "how's the new school?"
"Boring," Alex grumbled, stabbing her rice.
"You're new, that's normal," Courtney replied, scooping more food into her plate.
"I did meet someone, though," Sevira said, tilting her glass of juice. "Scott. He answered a math question."
Courtney raised a brow. "Oh? Cute guy?"
"I beat him," Sevira added with a smirk.
Courtney burst into laughter. "That's my girl."
They all laughed.
In Kerion
Far away — in a world buried beneath myths and shadowed legends — the wind whispered through the iron towers of Kerion.
Inside the dark stone palace, Zena sat by a cold window. Her eyes filled with unshed tears, clutching a carved wooden pendant — the only thing left of her daughter.
"My child is sixteen now," she whispered to the night. "Is she strong? Is she safe?"
She wiped her tears and tried to smile. Afroda, her partner, touched her hand gently. "She's strong, Zena. She lives in a world free of his darkness."
But Zena's heart still ached.
Meanwhile, in the Shadows of Kerion's Dungeon
Zica stood tall, his crown of bones casting a sharp shadow across the cold floor. His breath curled in the air like smoke. In front of him knelt Afroda and Zena, prisoners but no longer rebels — now his personal servants.
"You could have ruled beside me," he hissed. "But you chose weakness."
Then he turned to the only one left who mattered — Elektra, his daughter.
"You are still wasting your potential," Zica snapped. "I've decided. I will train you myself."
Electra blinked. "Father, please don't. You don't have to—"
"I will," he interrupted. "You will learn what power means. You will fight for me. And you will win for me."
Electra looked down.
Obedience was survival.
Back to the above world
That night, as Sevira lay in bed staring at the ceiling, a strange warmth spread through her chest.
Somewhere, miles and worlds away, a girl her exact age stared at the moon too.
Two girls. Two realms.
One destiny.
The next day at MY High…
It was lunch break, and the classroom emptied like a breeze had swept everyone away. Students flooded the cafeteria, laughing, chattering, and joining their clubs or friend groups. But in Class 5B, two girls remained seated.
Sevira Snow sat with her legs crossed, nose buried in a dark fantasy novel, her fingers curled around the edges of the page. Her focus was intense — the world in her book more real than the one around her. Beside her, Alex, ever restless, was adjusting her thick curly hair into a ponytail using a lavender ribbon.
"Alex, you're distracting me," Sevira said without looking up.
Alex grinned. "Besides, you know you'd look stunning in a high pony. Gives royal warrior vibes."
"I don't like ponytails. You know why," Sevira said, sighing. "It exposes… never mind."
Alex pouted. "Fine, fine. I'll leave your royal mane alone." She stood and stretched. "Want coffee?"
"You just said you'd leave me"
Alex snorted. "Okay"
Sevira smiled.
"You ever thought of joining the music class?" Alex asked casually, pulling her hoodie over her head and left without waiting for a respond. Sevira's focus buried in her novel she was about to respond then she realized Alex was gone
Click.
The classroom door swung open.
Scott stepped in.
Alone.
His eyes scanned the room casually. When he saw Sevira, something in his posture shifted — a mix of intrigue and surprise.
"Looking for someone?" Sevira asked flatly, not looking up from her book.
"Yeah… Sky," he replied, walking toward her desk. "You seen him?"
Sevira finally looked up. And for the first time, really looked at him.
Tall. Golden-toned skin. A perfectly sculpted jawline that seemed carved by the gods. Storm-gray eyes with a mischievous gleam. He looked like he belonged on the cover of every teen magazine ever printed.
And for a heartbeat, she hated how attractive he was.
"I don't know who Sky is," she said, her tone neutral.
Scott blinked. "You don't know Sky?"
"No," she replied calmly, closing her book. "Is that strange?"
Scott chuckled and leaned slightly on the edge of her desk. "You were really good yesterday. Impressed everyone."
Sevira stood, brushing imaginary dust off her jeans. "Including the guy I embarrassed?"
He smiled wider. "I don't get embarrassed."
"You walked off red-faced."
Scott leaned in a little. "You're not so bad yourself."
Their eyes locked. Tension hung in the air like invisible sparks.
Just then, the door creaked open again.
Kira peeked in — and froze.
Her jaw slackened as she saw the school's most admired boy standing just inches from the new girl, chatting like they were old friends.
Kira quietly closed the door and rushed down the hallway.
Music Class
Inside the practice room, Lizzie, Abby, and Kira were rehearsing a new dance routine to a pop beat blaring from the speakers.
"Kira, you're late," Abby said between steps.
Kira caught her breath. "You guys… I just saw something."
"What?" Lizzie asked, still moving in rhythm.
"Scott. With the new girl. Talking."
Lizzie stopped mid-step.
"They weren't fighting," Kira added quickly. "They were… I don't know. Laughing? Discussing something."
Lizzie's jaw clenched. She flicked her ponytail sharply. "She's doing this on purpose."
"Doing what?" Abby asked innocently.
"She wants attention," Lizzie hissed. "She'll get it."
Kira and Abby exchanged a look but said nothing. The music resumed, but Lizzie's focus had shifted entirely.
Back in the Corridor
Scott and Sevira strolled slowly toward the music block.
"You drew a tattoo?" Scott asked suddenly, eyes flicking to her neck.
"What? Tattoo? Where?" Sevira asked, instantly alarmed.
"Right side of your neck. It's small but… kinda beautiful."
Her eyes widened. She'd completely forgotten about her birth mark.
Her hair.
Alex. That ponytail.
She immediately reached up and yanked the tie out of her hair, letting it fall back in waves down her shoulders.
"It's not a tattoo," she said stiffly.
"Doesn't really look like one," Scott replied. "But it beautiful."
Sevira swallowed, then tried to change the topic. "Alex went to register for music class."
"You ever thought of joining?" he asked.
She shrugged. "Music's not really my thing."
"You'd be good at it," Scott said, hands in his pockets. "You've got presence."
They reached the music class.
Inside, Lizzie, Abby, and Kira were laughing by the window.
Sevira peeked in but didn't see Alex.
"Guess she left already," she said, turning to leave.
But Abby had noticed them through the window.
She whispered to Lizzie, who turned… and saw Sevira and Scott together.
Her smile vanished.
Scott noticed her look, but Sevira didn't wait for the awkwardness.
"Okay, Scott. Since Alex isn't here, I'm off," she said, already walking away.
He didn't get a chance to respond.
Meanwhile…
"Man, where've you been?" Kyle asked, walking up with Sky.
Scott shrugged. "Looking for you guys."
Sky raised an eyebrow. "Looked like you were more into her."
Kyle chuckled. "I can't lie — she's kind of different."
Scott smirked but didn't comment.
Back in Class
Sevira found Alex seated near the window, finishing a sandwich.
"I've been looking for you," Sevira grumbled, sitting down and taking the last piece of the snack.
Alex raised her brows. "You're welcome?"
"You wouldn't believe what happened," Sevira said, unwrapping the sandwich and nibbling. "I talked to him. The math guy."
"Scott?"
"Yes. He noticed the mark."
Alex gasped, touching Sevira's neck. "The mark?! But I only tied your hair for a second—"
"Exactly. That's all it takes."
Alex bit her lip. "I'm sorry."
Sevira waved it off.
"Did you register for music class?" Sevira asked as she chewed.
"I did," Alex said, smiling.
Later, in Class
Students started filing back in. There was chatter. Laughter.
But Lizzie walked in stiffly, her eyes like daggers trained on Sevira.
Scott entered soon after, laughing with his friends.
Mr. David returned, announcing, "Today, you'll be writing an article of your choice. Think freely. Be creative."
A few students groaned.
Alex leaned over to Sevira. "What are we going to write?"
"No idea," Sevira replied, doodling in her notebook.
Lizzie flicked her hair over her shoulder and said loudly, "I'm going to write an article that wins. Maybe about intelligence — or how some people pretend to be smart."
Abby giggled. Kira smirked.
Sevira didn't flinch.
Alex narrowed her eyes. "She's obsessed."
The bell rang.
Sevira and Alex packed up their things and left without a word.
Outside, the sun was beginning to set — casting long shadows behind them.
But neither of them noticed the quiet stares that followed them.
Some admiring. Some burning.