Max and I entered the supervisor's office, our footsteps sounding loud in the small space. The room was neat and tidy, with a large mahogany desk and several uncomfortable-looking chairs arranged in front of it. The supervisor gestured for us to sit across from him, his expression stern.
The supervisor's irritation was palpable as he looked at Max. His eyes narrowed, and his voice was sharp as he spoke.
"Why didn't you tell me that Daniel was here?" he asked Max, his tone frustrated. "You should have informed me sooner! We could have prevented that incident from happening!"
Max seemed slightly taken aback by the supervisor's outburst. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, looking sheepish as he tried to explain himself.
"I was going to tell you, sir," he began, his voice defensive. "But I couldn't find you anywhere. If I knew-"
The supervisor cut him off, his impatience evident in his tone.
"I don't care for excuses," he snapped. "You should have made sure to find me as soon as possible. We can't afford to have Alchemist student here, especially ones as cunning as Daniel."
Max looked down, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment. He knew the supervisor had a point, but he couldn't shake the guilty feeling that he should have acted more quickly. Meanwhile I sat quietly, watching the exchange with a mixture of worry and interest.
I, sensing the seriousness of the situation, spoke up for the first time.
"Sir," I began, my voice respectful but curious. "May I ask... Why would Daniel want to harm me? It doesn't make sense. I barely knew him before this."
The supervisor leaned back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips. He seemed to relish the moment of revelation as he spoke.
"Well, Miss Lily," he began, his voice carrying an air of mystery. "Daniel knew that you would be a member of a very special club...the seventh club."
My eyes widened in surprise. I had heard of the first six clubs, but the seventh one was entirely new to me. I looked at the supervisor with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.
"The seventh club?" I repeated, my voice filled with curiosity. "I know of the first six clubs, but what is this seventh one? Please, tell me more about it."
I listened intently as the supervisor provided details about the seventh club, the Enigma. The intrigue and mystery surrounding the group had me captivated. I couldn't believe there was a club I had never heard of before.
"The Enigma," he whispered, the name sending a chill down my spine. "A group rumored to know all the skills and abilities of the other clubs...and a leader known only as the Enigma Master. It sounds like something out of a story."
The supervisor nodded, his eyes gleaming with a hint of satisfaction. "You'd be surprised how many 'stories' hold elements of truth," he said, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. "The Enigma has always been something of an urban legend among the students here. Some dismissed it as mere rumors, but there are those who swear by its existence and the power it possesses."
I leaned forward, my interest piqued. The more I heard about the Enigma, the more I wanted to learn. "What kind of knowledge does the Enigma supposedly possess?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. "And if they are so secretive, how can we even know they are real?"
The supervisor chuckled, enjoying the chance to share this knowledge. "The Enigma is said to have gathered knowledge not just from the first six clubs, but from all known forms of magic and alchemy," he explained. "Their members are believed to be highly skilled and adaptable, able to wield multiple abilities and skills with ease. As for their existence, well, it's true that they are incredibly secretive. But there are whispers, hints, and rumors that suggest they are real and active within the academy."
My eyes widened further, my mind racing with the information I was absorbing. The idea of a group possessing that much knowledge and power was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. "But why would Daniel want to target me?" I asked, my voice filled with both confusion and worry. "Why would the Enigma be interested in me out of all students in the academy?"
The supervisor's expression darkened as he considered her question. "That, my dear," he said gruffly, "is the mystery. The Enigma's interest in you is a puzzle that even I cannot fully unravel. Daniel must have had some information or knowledge that led him to target you. I just haven't figured out what it is yet."
I felt a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach. The fact that a secretive and powerful group like the Alchemist was targeting me, and that no one seemed to know why, made me feel vulnerable and exposed. "Is there anything else you can tell me?" I asked weakly, trying to control my shaky voice.
The supervisor leaned back in his chair, his expression serious. "I wish I had more to tell you, Miss," he admitted. "But the Enigma is a group shrouded in secrecy, and knowledge about them is rare. All I can say is that you must be cautious and vigilant. Daniel's actions were not a coincidence, and I have a feeling he's not done yet."
The supervisor glanced at Max, his expression stern. "Max," he said firmly. "I'm leaving Lily in your care. Make sure you protect her and keep her safe. I don't want any more incidents involving Daniel or anyone else."
Max shifted in his chair, his expression turning serious. He could feel the weight of the responsibility the supervisor was placing on his shoulders. "You can count on me," he said in a firm voice. "I'll make sure nothing happens to her."
My voice was filled with determination as I spoke up, my face set in a resolute expression. "Whoa, hold on," I began, holding up my hand. "I'm not some fragile thing that needs to be protected by someone else. I have the potential for this seventh club, which means I have capabilities myself. I'll protect myself, thank you very much."
The supervisor raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by my confident declaration. He looked at me with a mixture of surprise and irritation. "Miss, I appreciate your confidence," he said gruffly, "but you are just a newcomer here. The academy may have dangers you are unprepared for."
I crossed my arms, my eyes narrowing stubbornly. "I don't care," I said, my voice steady. "I'm not going to rely on someone else to protect me. I can handle myself. I'm not some helpless damsel in distress."
I held my ground, my chin lifting defiantly. "No," I retorted. "I won't need anyone's help. I'll face whatever comes my way on my own. I'm strong enough."
The supervisor's irritation turned to anger. "You're endangering yourself by being so stubborn," he warned, his voice rising. "This is not a game, and the academy is not a safe place. You will accept protection."
My stubborn resolution unwavering, took a deep breath and spoke firmly. "I'm ready for whatever lies ahead," I said, my voice strong. "Give me the chance to prove myself. Let me attend the Evergreen Academy and learn alongside the Enigma students."
The supervisor's expression darkened further, his irritation mounting. "You're playing with fire," he warned, his voice stern. "The Enigma students are experts in their craft. You're just a newcomer. You'll be like a lamb thrown among wolves."
I didn't back down. "I don't care," I retorted. "I'm willing to take the risk. I'm tired of being underestimated and treated like a fragile piece of glass. I want to prove that I have what it takes to face whatever comes my way."
The supervisor leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine. "You're being naive," he said, his voice cold. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. The Enigma is a group of highly skilled and dangerous individuals. You'll get yourself hurt or worse."
My expression hardened to match his. "Maybe I am being naive," I admitted, my voice firm. "But I'd rather take the chance than sit here being coddled and protected. I have to face my fears someday. What better place to start than the Enigma?"
The supervisor let out a frustrated sigh. "You're impossible," he muttered, shaking his head in irritation. "Very well, if you're going to be so stubborn and reckless, I can't stop you. But know this: I won't be coming to your rescue when you find yourself in trouble."
My eyes flashed with determination. "I don't expect you to," I replied, my voice steely. "I'm doing this for myself, to prove myself capable. I don't need rescuing."
The supervisor leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Suit yourself," he said gruffly. "But remember, you're playing with fire. And I won't be there to put out the flames when they burn you."
My expression softened slightly, and my voice held a hint of gratitude. "I understand," I said quietly. "Thank you for giving me this chance."
Max, moved by my steadfastness and his own sense of responsibility, raised his hand and spoke up. "I want to go too," he said, his voice firm. "I can't just let her go to the Evergreen Academy alone. She needs a companion, someone to watch her back." He turned to the supervisor, his expression serious. "Sir, you said I'm from the shadow club, the third one."
The supervisor raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting Max to volunteer as well. "You want to go too?" he asked, his voice skeptical. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes," Max nodded. "I want to go with her. I won't leave her to face this alone." He looked at me, a determined expression on his face.
My gaze met Max's, and a mixture of gratitude and worry appeared on my face. "Max..." I whispered, my voice tinged with emotion. I recognized the significance of his decision to accompany me.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, looking into his eyes. "It's going to be dangerous. I don't want to put you in harm's way."
Max smiled, his expression firm. "I'm sure," he said, his voice steady. "I'm going with you, whether you like it or not. I can't just let you face whatever's ahead alone."
The supervisor rolled his eyes, his expression dry but not unkind. "Okay, alright, that's enough," he said, interrupting our exchange. "Can you two stop being lovey-dovey in front of me? This is serious, not a romance novel."
Max and I looked at each other, both blushing slightly at the supervisor's comment. We shifted uncomfortably in our seats, awkwardly trying to regain our composure.
The supervisor leaned back in his chair, his expression serious. "Since both of you are going to the Evergreen Academy," he began, "I'll be giving you new uniforms." He paused, his eyes flickering between Max and I before continuing. "You'll need them to blend in with the other students there."
The supervisor stood up and walked over to the cabinet in the corner of the room. He opened it, revealing two neatly folded uniforms - a crimson red one and a violet and black one. He picked up the crimson red uniform and held it out to me. "This one is for you," he said gruffly. "It's the uniform for the Enigma students." Then he picked up the violet and black uniform and handed it to Max. "And this one is for you. It's the uniform for the Shadow Club."
Both Max and I accepted our uniforms, our fingers tracing the fabric curiously. The crimson red of my uniform shimmered in the light, while Max's violet and black attire looked stealthy and imposing.
The supervisor clasped his hands behind his back, his stance firm. "Tomorrow, I'll be leading you to the Evergreen Academy," he announced, his voice authoritative. "You both should be ready by then. This is not a leisure trip—it's serious business."
My excitement was tempered by the realization that I would need my parents' permission to attend the boarding school. I bit my lip, a worried expression crossing my face. "Um, sir," I began, my voice hesitant. "I know you said we should be ready tomorrow, but I need to ask something first."
The supervisor raised an eyebrow, his attention shifting to me. "What is it?" he asked, his tone a mixture of impatience and curiosity.
I fidgeted nervously with the edge of my uniform. "I... I need to ask my parents for their permission," I said, a hint of uncertainty in my voice. "I can't just leave home without telling them. They would be worried and panicked."
The supervisor's expression softened slightly, and he nodded understandingly. "I see," he said, his voice a bit gentler. "It's important to get your parents' consent before you embark on something like this. How long do you think you'll need?"
I thought for a moment, considering my parents' likely reactions. "Probably a couple of days," I said. "They'll need time to process the information and consider the decision. I'll try to speak to them as soon as possible and make sure they understand it's not a reckless choice."
—My House—
My mother's reaction was fierce when she heard about my plans to attend the boarding school. "What?!" She exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief. "No way! This is ridiculous! I won't let you go to some fancy academy where god knows what will happen!"
My father chimed in, his voice firm with disapproval. "No, Lily, no!" he echoed emphatically. "This is not happening. You can't just up and leave home to go to some unknown academy. It's out of the question!"
My heart sank as my father echoed my mother's sentiments. I had expected some resistance, but this level of opposition was disheartening. "But, Dad, I..." I began, trying to find the right words to explain my decision.
My father cut me off, his eyes boring into mine. "No buts. This is a dangerous and irresponsible decision," he said, his voice stern. "We won't allow you to go to some fancy academy and risk your safety. You're staying right here, where we can keep you safe."
My shoulders slumped as my father's words sank in. I had hoped my parents would be understanding and supportive, but their reaction was far from that. "But I'm not a child anymore," I protested weakly. "I'm old enough to make my own decisions."
My mother's voice filled with skepticism. "You may be old enough, but you're certainly not making a wise decision," she said, folding her arms. "We won't let you jeopardize your future by attending some mysterious boarding school. You have a good life here, surrounded by your family and friends. Why would you want to uproot everything and go there?"
I felt a mix of frustration and helplessness as my parents' arguments grew more intense. They just didn't understand. "I'm tired of being treated like a child," I retorted, my voice growing stronger. "I have potential, and I want to use it. This academy will give me the opportunity to develop my skills and grow as a person."
My father's expression hardened. "Potential or not, your safety and wellbeing come first," he said firmly. "And attending that academy sounds like a recipe for disaster. Do you really know what you're getting yourself into?"
I took a deep breath, trying to keep me emotions in check. "I know it won't be easy," I admitted, my voice a mix of determination and frustration. "But I believe it's a risk worth taking. I can't just stay here, following the same routine every day. I need to explore, to experience new things. This is my chance to do something special."
My mother chimed in again, her voice filled with frustration and concern. "Can't you see yourself right now?" she exclaimed, gesturing at me. "You're being prideful! Thinking you can just go off to some boarding school as if it's a simple decision. Do you have any idea how dangerous it could be? You're being reckless and stubborn!"
My father nodded in agreement, folding his arms across his chest. "Your mother is right. You're being too reckless," he chimed in. "Pride alone won't protect you from the potential dangers out there. We care about you, and that's why we're trying to keep you safe here. You need to understand that our concern comes from a place of love."
I clenched my fists, a mix of anger and frustration welling up within me. "Pride? Reckless?" I repeated, my voice rising. "Is it pride to want to be my own person and make my own decisions? Is it reckless to seize an opportunity that could change my life?"
My mother's eyes flashed with a mixture of worry and annoyance. "Opportunities are good when they're safe and sensible," she retorted. "This one sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. We just want what's best for you, Lily. Don't you understand that?"
Frustrated and overwhelmed, I couldn't find the words to argue any further. The constant barrage of my parents' disapproval and concerns was too much to handle. With a heavy heart, I turned around and walked away, heading towards my room. Once inside, I closed the door behind me and locked it, shutting myself off from the arguing voices outside.
I leaned against the closed door, a mixture of anger and disappointment coursing through my veins. My parents' rejection of my aspirations stung, and I couldn't help but wonder if they even understood me at all. The room was filled with silence now, but the silence was deafening, echoing my thoughts and emotions.
Weary from the emotional exchange, I made my way to my bed and flopped onto it. My head hit the pillow, and my body relaxed into the mattress. The tumultuous conversation with my parents had drained my energy, and sleep soon claimed me. The worries and frustration of the day faded into the background as I drifted into the realm of dreams.
A few hours later as I woke up, I was startled to find Max standing next to my bed, watching me sleep. "Max, how did you..." I began, my voice filled with surprise. However, before I could finish my question, Max interrupted me, saying bluntly, "I climbed on the window."
I looked at Max, still dazed from sleep, my mind struggling to process the unexpected sight before me. "You climbed on the window?" I repeated, my voice filled with disbelief. "You're telling me you scaled the wall and climbed into my room through the window?"
Max nodded, a small smirk on his face. "Yep, that's exactly what I did," he confirmed matter-of-factly. "Your window was just asking to be scaled. Couldn't resist."
I raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement mixing with my surprise. "And what if my parents had seen you?" I asked, still half-asleep. "That would've been a lot to explain."
Max shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, they didn't see me," he assured me. "I was stealthy. Like a ninja. In fact," he added with a smirk, "I didn't even wake you up until now, did I?"
Max's playful expression shifted slightly as he asked, his voice taking a more serious tone. "So, how did it go when you told your parents you're going to boarding school?"
I sighed, the memory of the previous night's confrontation still fresh in my mind. "Not great," I admitted, flopping back onto my pillow. "They were adamantly against it, calling me reckless and prideful. They just don't understand why I need this chance."
A hint of a mischievous smile appeared on Max's face as he spoke. "I have an idea," he said, a spark of daring in his eyes. "It might be a bit crazy, but I think it could work."
My curiosity piqued at Max's words. I sat up in bed, my eyes fixed on him. "What is it?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and hope. "What's your idea?"
My parents opened the door to my bedroom, expecting to find me still in bed. However, to their surprise, they found the room empty. I was nowhere to be seen.
My father's eyes widened in shock, and my mother's expression morphed into immediate concern. "Where is she?" My mother exclaimed, my voice filled with alarm. "She was just in here a moment ago."
Me and Max made our way to Blackthorn Academy, our steps quick and purposeful. The night air was cool against our faces as we walked, the moon casting flickering shadows on the ground. The journey was filled with determination, as both of us knew that we were embarking on a risky adventure.
As we walked, the night breeze grew cooler, and I started to shiver slightly. Max noticed my discomfort and quickly took off his jacket, draping it around my shoulders. "You seem cold," he said, adjusting the jacket to make sure it covered me properly. "This should keep you warm."
I looked down at the jacket on my shoulders, surprised and touched by Max's gesture. "Thank you," I said, my voice soft as I pulled the jacket tighter around me. The warmth spread through me, both from the jacket and the unexpected caring act from Max.
Me and Max approached the entrance of Blackthorn Academy and were greeted by the sight of the supervisor waiting for us. He stood there, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on them with a mixture of relief and sternness.
"You two made it," the supervisor remarked as they approached. His voice held a note of tension, as if he had been waiting nervously for our arrival. "Just in time too. The gates are about to be closed for the night."
My fidgeted nervously, my eyes darting away from the supervisor's gaze. "I... I didn't bring any extra clothes," I confessed, my voice tinged with guilt. "I forgot to pack, because..." My voice trailed off, and the supervisor nodded with a knowing expression. "Because your parents didn't approve," he finished for me, his tone understanding yet firm.
I looked up at the supervisor, a mix of embarrassment and disappointment showing on my face. "Yes," I admitted, my voice tinged with regret. "They were against the idea, and I had to leave without everything I needed."
The supervisor nodded, his gaze softening just a bit. "No need to apologize," he said, his voice showing a hint of empathy. "I understand the situation. We've had similar cases before. We'll make sure you have everything you need once you're inside."
The supervisor gave me and Max a serious look. "Get ready, you two," he said firmly. "Once we arrive in Lumina City, I'll guide you to the entrance of Evergreen Academy. But be warned—not all the students there are kind and helpful. You'll need to be vigilant and careful."
Max and I exchanged a glance, our expressions turning grave as we absorbed the supervisor's words. "We'll be careful," I promised, my voice steady despite the flicker of nervousness in my eyes.
The supervisor pulled out a small vial of swirling, sparkling liquid from his pocket. "This here," he explained, "is a transportation potion. It will take us to Lumina City in no time." I then spoke my voice filled with curiosity. "Were you a alchemist student in your younger days sir?" He smiled slightly and replied to my question, "Indeed, I was an alchemy student in my younger days. I specialized in potions, hence the proficiency in this particular field."
My eyes widened with a mix of fascination and a tinge of curiosity. "That's amazing," I said, my voice filled with awe. "You must have been a brilliant alchemist student. Being able to make such a potion takes a lot of skill."
The supervisor chuckled modestly, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Thank you. I did quite well in my alchemy classes, if I do say so myself," he replied, his voice filled with a hint of nostalgia. "And this potion is the result of many years of practice and experimentation. It wasn't easy to perfect, let me tell you."
With a shared glance, Max and I raised the potion to our lips. The liquid within the vial tasted slightly bitter, but there was a strange, energizing quality to it. With a blink of our eyes, the surroundings around us morphed and shifted. When they opened our eyes again, they found ourselves standing in a completely different place, the bustling city of Lumina.
The supervisor looked up at the night sky, a hint of exhaustion in his eyes. "It's still night," he noted, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness. "You two should get some rest. I know a friend who lives nearby. They can offer you a place to stay for the night."
Max and I exchanged a look, both feeling the weight of the long journey we had undertaken. The offer of a warm place to sleep sounded incredibly enticing. "That would be wonderful," I said gratefully. "We're both quite tired."
The supervisor led Max and I to a nearby house and stood before the front door. He knocked lightly on the wooden surface, the sound echoing through the quiet night air. After a few moments, the door creaked open, and a kindly-looking man appeared, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him.
The kind man at the door looked at me in surprise, before a smile spread across his face. "Raymond?!" I exclaimed, hugging him tightly. Raymond chuckled, clearly amused and surprised by my reaction. "Well, I didn't expect you to bring my sister here, sir Gabrielle," he replied, his voice laced with humor. "What a pleasant surprise."
I squeezed Raymond tightly, my voice filled with a mixture of joy and nostalgia. "I missed you," I said, a hint of sadness in my voice. "Ever since you graduated and started a family, we hardly ever see each other anymore."
Raymond chuckled, his arm around my shoulders. "I've missed you too, little sis," he replied, his tone warm and affectionate. "Life gets so busy with work and family, it's hard to find time to visit."
The supervisor, Gabrielle, interjected, his voice firm yet kind. "Alright, that's enough," he said, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "She needs to rest now. Tomorrow, she'll be attending boarding school."
Raymond's expression turned worried as he digested this new information. "Wait, she's going to the Evergreen Academy?" he repeated, his voice filled with concern. "Why on earth would she do that?"
His worry deepened, his brows furrowing. "That place is notorious for its tough regulations and rigid enforcement," Raymond added, his voice tinged with disapproval. "And the students there can be quite cruel."
I looked up at Raymond, my expression determined. "I'm not a little girl anymore, big bro," I declared, my voice filled with conviction. "You'll see. I'll make you proud."
Raymond's expression softened, a mixture of pride and worry in his eyes. "I know you're not a little girl anymore," he replied gently. "But you're still my little sister. I just want what's best for you, and I don't want to see you get hurt."
Raymond chuckled, a hint of affectionate pride in his voice. "That's my sister," he said, a warm smile on his face. "Now come inside. You'll freeze to death if you stand out here any longer."
Max followed closely behind us, feeling like an outsider in the emotional exchange between Raymond and I. He watched as they embraced and spoke, feeling a pang of jealousy and longing for a similar connection. As they all walked inside the house, he moved closer to my side, the events of the day weighing heavily on his mind.
Noah, a young boy of about 6 years old, enthusiastically greeted me. "Aunty Lily!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "Dad told me about you." I turned to my brother, playfully admonishing him. "Bro, you didn't tell me you already had a kid," I said jokingly. "What's your name, buddy?"
Noah responded with a proud smile. "Noah!"
As Noah turned his gaze to Max, his eyes widened, and he asked, "Is he your lover, aunty?"
Max and I exchanged a quick, embarrassed glance, our faces turning red. We shook our heads vigorously, both looking quite flustered at Noah's question. "No, no, it's not like that at all," I stuttered, trying to come up with a fitting explanation. "We're just friends."
Raymond's wife, Melissa, entered the room and immediately noticed me. "Oh, is this Lily?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in recognition. "Look how she's grown! She's quite tall now."
I smiled at Melissa. "It's been a while," I replied, a hint of nostalgia in my voice. As Melissa patted my head affectionately, I chuckled.
Melissa's gaze shifted to Max, and she squinted her eyes slightly, a sly grin on her face. "Ooh," she said, "looks like you've got a lover?"
Both Max and I shook our heads hurriedly, our faces reddening once again. "No, no, no," I protested, "We're just friends."
I chuckled, my voice tinged with both amusement and a hint of embarrassment. "Come on, why is everyone telling me that he's my lover?" I exclaimed, my cheeks still flushed.
Melissa gave a mischievous grin. "You two do look quite cute together, you have to admit," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Melissa asked curiously, "Why are you here?" In response, I answered, "I'm going to enroll at the Evergreen Academy."
Melissa raised an eyebrow, a look of surprise crossing her face. "Evergreen Academy? That's the academy where those snobby elites are, right?" she inquired.
Melissa looked me up and down, a frown on her face. She questioned, "You're attending Evergreen Academy, right? Then, why don't I see you with any luggage or bags to bring with you?"
I sighed, my expression growing sad as I spoke the truth. "I... I didn't pack any luggage or bags," I confessed, my voice filled with a tinge of melancholy. "I left without bringing anything I needed."
Melissa's expression softened a little, but still held a hint of concern. "You left without bringing anything you needed?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Why didn't you pack your belongings before leaving?"
My eyes darted down to the ground, my voice laced with guilt. "I... I had to leave hastily," I explained, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't have time to pack. My parents... they didn't want me to leave."
Melissa's expression turned sympathetic as she understood the weight behind my words. "So, you left in a hurry without your parents' approval..." she mused, her tone filled with a mixture of concern and understanding.
Melissa's eyes met mine, her voice filled with encouragement. "Listen, Lily," she said gently. "I know it must have been challenging facing opposition from your parents, but sometimes, we must make tough decisions for ourselves. You've made the choice to join the Evergreen Academy, and that shows courage. Remember to stay resilient, stand tall, and make the most of this opportunity. You have the strength within you to face whatever comes your way."
I listened intently to Melissa's words, my eyes slightly widened with gratitude. I felt a spark of resilience ignite within me, the encouragement and advice from Melissa bolstering my determination. "Thank you," I said, my voice steady and filled with newfound strength. "I'll remember your words, Melissa. I'll do my best at the Evergreen Academy."
Melissa offered kindly, "I have a few clothes that I don't wear anymore. You can pick out some and use them, if you'd like."
My eyes widened, a wave of gratitude washing over me. "Thank you," I said, my voice laced with appreciation. "That's incredibly kind of you, Melissa. I really don't have anything to wear, so your help is greatly appreciated."
Max chimed in, his voice filled with a hint of eagerness to be useful. "Let me help you with that," he offered to me. "We can both pick your new clothes and then get some rest. How does that sound?"
I nodded appreciatively at Max's suggestion, my gratitude for his support evident in the soft smile on my face. "That would be wonderful," I replied. "Thank you, Max. It'll be easier and more fun to choose together."
Max and I stepped inside the bedroom, a stack of clothes in hand. Noah, my nephew, trailed closely behind, curious and excited to play a part in the process. We placed the folded clothes on the bed, taking a moment to admire the array of outfits before us.
Noah looked at me with wide, admiring eyes, his child-like innocence shining through his words. "You know, aunty Lily," he said, a hint of surprise in his voice, "I was wondering what your face looked like. I didn't know you, but Dad always described your appearance, and he was right—you're as pretty as a Lily flower."
I couldn't help but chuckle at Noah's adorable compliment. I knelt down so that we were at eye level and gently ruffled his hair with a smile on my face. "Why thank you, Noah," I replied, my voice filled with affection. "Your dad has quite a way with words, doesn't he?" I teased, glancing towards the door to where Max was.
Max, standing in the doorway, suppressed a chuckle, his eyes glimmering with amusement. He leaned against the wall, watching the exchange with a mix of affection and amusement.
Noah, caught up in the excitement of the moment, wrapped his arms around my waist in a tight embrace. "I want to sleep with you tonight, Aunty!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with innocent eagerness.
Melissa appeared at the bedroom door, a stern yet loving look on her face. She scolded gently, "Noah, no. You'll sleep in your own room."
Noah pouted, his bottom lip stuck out in disappointment. He protested, "But mom, I want to sleep with them!"
I spoke up, my tone reassuring. "It's fine," I said, a kind smile on my face. "He can sleep between Max and me."
Max's expression betrayed a hint of discomfort as he heard my proposal. He didn't show it outwardly, but deep down, he had a selfish thought of wanting to spend some private time with me. The thought of having Noah sleep between us didn't sit well with him, but he didn't voice his opinion.
Melissa interjected firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. "No, Lily," she said, shaking her head slightly. "Noah will just disturb you two. And you, Noah," she continued, addressing her son, "go back to your room."
Noah pouted but leaned in to kiss me on the cheek before reluctantly trudging out of the room, his disappointment evident in his eyes. I chuckled, amused by my nephew's actions.
I gathered my new clothes and a towel, a tired smile on my face. I looked at Max, my voice a little weary. "I'll just clean myself first before going to bed," I said. "You should go on and sleep first. I won't be long."
After a few minutes had passed, I emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a simple white nightgown. My hair was down, cascading over my shoulders in loose waves. I approached Max, who was sitting on the bed, engrossed in playing with a rubrics cube.
"Hey, why aren't you asleep yet?" I asked, my voice soft and gentle, a hint of curiosity in my eyes.
Max looked up from the rubrics cube, his eyes lingering on me for a moment. He noticed my change of attire, and a slight flush bloomed across his cheeks.
He set the rubrics cube aside and cleared his throat, trying to sound nonchalant. "Oh, I wasn't really tired," he replied, feigning nonchalance.
I eyed him for a moment, not quite convinced. I could see the faint blush on his cheeks and the slight falter in his voice. Despite his attempt at nonchalance, I knew there was something more.
I moved closer to the bed and sat down beside him, a soft, knowing smile playing at the corners of my lips. "You sure about that?" I teased, my tone light but with a hint of playful suspicion.
Max fidgeted slightly, feeling a tad flustered under my knowing gaze. He tried to brush it off, a hint of urgency in his voice. "L-let's just go to sleep," he stammered. "We need to wake up early, or Sir Gabrielle will be yapping nonstop."
The sun streamed through the windows as the new day dawned. Max and I were up bright and early, preparing ourselves for what lay ahead. I was in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on my makeup, while Max was in the bedroom, quickly packing the last few essentials into his bag.
Max and I were dressed in our respective uniforms, each sporting different colors that reflected our school affiliations. Max was sporting a black and violet uniform, a stark contrast to my uniform, which was a rich shade of crimson red.
As we caught sight of each other, there was a moment of silent appraisal, each taking in the sight of the other in our school attire.
We made our way to the entrance of the Evergreen Academy, as Max and I stepped through the grand entrance of the Evergreen Academy, our footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. The academy's lobby was an impressive sight, with high ceilings and polished floors. The air was filled with an air of sophistication and refinement, setting the tone for the school's prestigious reputation.
As Max and I stood in the impressive lobby, the sound of footsteps echoed behind them, growing louder as the supervisor, Gabrielle, approached. With a firm but gentle tone, Gabrielle addressed us.
"Okay, now it's time for you two to meet the principal of the Evergreen Academy," Gabrielle said, gesturing towards a grand staircase. "She's on the fourth floor, but don't worry, she already knows you both are coming."
Max and I exchanged a glance, our expressions a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. This was it—the moment they would meet the principal, the figure who held power and authority within the prestigious academy.
"Thanks, Gabrielle," Max said, his voice tinged with a hint of anxiety. He began climbing the grand staircase, I was following closely behind, my heart pounding in my chest.
Max and I continued up the staircase, each step bringing us closer to our encounter with the principal. As we reached the fourth floor, they came across a feisty girl with a haughty demeanor. She stood in their path, blocking their way forward.
"Watch your step, woman," the girl scolded, her tone brimming with entitlement. "You almost bumped into me. Apologize."
Despite my initial surprise at the girl's rude outburst, held my ground and spoke defiantly. "Sorry shorty," I retorted, "but I didn't even bump into you." My voice held a hint of sass, my eyes locking with the feisty girl's in a silent challenge.
The girl, clearly irritated by my response, proclaimed with a haughty tone, "I'm not short! Do you not know who I am?! I am the prettiest in this Academy! I am Luna Gilma, I am from the Siren club!"
She stood tall, as if her beauty and her involvement in one of the academy's prestigious clubs made her untouchable.
Max, recognizing the imminent confrontation, quickly seized the opportunity to diffuse the situation. He gently but firmly grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me away from the feisty girl, Luna.
"Come on," he muttered to me, his voice low as we moved away, "let's just get to the principal's office."
As Max and I moved down the hallway, I couldn't help but steal a glance behind my shoulder. To my surprise, I saw the feisty girl, Luna, attempting to use her charming vocal abilities to attack us. However, before any harm could be done, a tall, bespectacled and studious-looking boy swiftly intervened, firmly grabbing Luna's arm and pulling her away.
As Max and I entered the principal's office, the first person we noticed was a tall, stunning woman with long, flowing light pink hair and captivating blue eyes. She rose from behind her desk, extending a warm welcome to the newcomers.
"Welcome, new students," she greeted them, her voice smooth and authoritative. She moved around the desk and leaned against it, studying them intently.
The woman, Principal Aria Sterling, smiled warmly at the two students in front of her. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence and a hint of mystery. She introduced herself with a confident tone, her voice carrying a sense of authority.
"I am Principal Aria Sterling," she began. "I oversee the Evergreen Academy, and it's a pleasure to have you as part of our community."
Principal Aria Sterling looked at Max and I intently, her intelligent eyes studying us with curiosity. Gabrielle, it seemed, had already given her some information.
"Gabrielle told me you two have abilities too," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of interest and observation. "Is that correct?"
Principal Aria Sterling uncrossed her arms and casually shifted her weight, leaning back against her desk. In the process, she inadvertently drew attention to her well-proportioned figure. Her crossed arms created a subtle emphasis on her chest, making it appear more pronounced.
Without intending to, the action made her chest look even more prominent, catching the gaze of both Max and I.
Principal Aria Sterling continued her explanation, her voice still carrying a hint of authority. She uncrossed her arms, shifting her stance slightly.
"The room of the Shadow Club is in room 3-4," she stated, "and the Enigma Club is situated in room 5-1. As for the dormitories, they're located on the other side of the building. But not to worry, I will personally guide you two to your dormitories after this."
Principal Aria Sterling's smirk widened, and her eyes gleamed mischievously. She added one more thing to her statement, her voice laced with a hint of mystery.
"The question is," she continued, her words dripping with playful intrigue, "are you ready for your new classes?"
As Max and I exchanged a glance at Principal Aria's question, the sunlight streaming through the windows hit my face, illuminating my eyes. In that moment, the warm light revealed the color of her irises—a beautiful hazel.
My determination flared in me gaze, my expression resolute. I was absolutely ready for the new adventure that lay ahead.
Principal Aria Sterling couldn't help but comment on the captivating hue of my eyes. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she said, "What beautiful eyes you have. They are a delightful shade of hazel."