Life did not change suddenly.
It broke—slowly.
Luna Valeria continued her studies as she always had: quietly, obediently, hiding the strange feelings that stirred inside her whenever she felt too much. Ninth grade passed. Then tenth. Then eleventh. School became her escape, books her shield.
But homes built on secrets never stay whole.
One evening, the house was silent in a way Luna had never felt before. Meera sat at the dining table, her hands shaking, her eyes hollow.
Eman Valeria was leaving.
No shouting.
No explanations.
Just a quiet end.
The reasons were never spoken aloud—but Luna felt them. The secrets. The research. The child who was never meant to be found.
The divorce shattered something deep inside her.
From that day on, Luna lived with her mother.
Meera tried to be strong. She became stricter, colder, as if distance could protect her daughter from the truth. Eman disappeared from their lives—and not long after, Luna learned he had married another woman.
Her name was Maria.
Luna never asked why.
She finished high school with discipline and silence. Twelfth grade ended under pressure, sleepless nights, and a heart that had learned not to hope too loudly.
Then came her eighteenth birthday.
And with it—her results.
Luna came home that afternoon, rain threatening the sky. She logged into the portal with shaking fingers.
98%.
She stared at the screen.
Then she laughed.
Then she cried.
Joy burst through her chest for the first time in years. Pride. Relief. Freedom.
Her heartbeat thundered.
And then—
Something answered.
The lights exploded.
The air turned violent.
Wind howled through the house as the sky outside darkened unnaturally. Clouds twisted. Thunder cracked the heavens open.
Luna screamed as pain and power tore through her.
Her shadow stretched across the wall—no longer human.
For a moment, she was not one being, but many.
A wolf's form surged through her—feral, powerful.
A vampire's cold aura wrapped around her veins.
A serpent's presence coiled tight and ancient.
Above it all, a fox-like aura flared—clever, glowing, crowned with burning light.
A dark, glowing crown of energy formed above her head.
Her eyes burned with shifting colors.
The house trembled.
The weather screamed.
And then—
Silence.
The storm vanished.
Luna collapsed.
When she woke, she remembered nothing.
She stood up slowly, confused, frightened, and retreated to her room, unaware of what she had become.
But Meera had seen everything.
Her hands trembled as she picked up her phone and called the one man she had sworn never to contact again.
"Eman," she said, her voice breaking.
He answered coldly.
She told him what happened.
There was a long pause.
Then he spoke, emotionless.
"Give her a black bracelet with a blood-red heart," he said.
"And a black chain with a red heart pendant."
Meera's breath shook.
"Take her to London. Leave her there.
She will join Valeria Academy."
"I'll take care of everything."
Meera swallowed. "She's your daughter."
"I know," he replied quietly.
"I'm sorry."
The call ended.
Meera didn't know—
Luna had heard everything.
One of Meera's earbuds lay forgotten in Luna's hand.
Her world shattered.
Academy.
Powers.
Father.
That night, Luna crept into Meera's room and opened her laptop. Hidden folders revealed everything—files, research, names.
Valeria Academy.
Her father's academy.
A place where no student was ordinary.
Vampires.
Magicians.
Fox spirits.
Serpents.
Wolves.
Unicorns.
Phoenix-born.
Her hands trembled.
Her destiny stared back at her.
She didn't cry.
She prepared.
Clothes. Documents. Resolve.
When Meera entered the room, Luna turned calmly.
"I know everything," Luna said.
Meera broke down.
She told her the truth.
About Eman.
About the academy.
About the chains.
About the serpent mole.
And the final truth—
Eman Valeria was not just a father.
He was the founder of Valeria Academy.
The next morning, Meera pressed the bracelet onto Luna's wrist and fastened the chain around her neck.
At the airport, she hugged her daughter tightly.
"Be stronger than them," she whispered.
Luna didn't look back as she walked toward her flight.
London awaited.
And so did the academy built by the man who abandoned her.
The chains were no longer sleeping.
They were calling her home.