The garden of the academy was quiet that night, the soft trickle of water spilling from the marble fountain filling the silence.
Selina stood beside it, and the glow of the moonlight painted her figure like a goddess born of water and fire.
She wore a crimson-black dress that clung to her body in all the right ways, hugging the curve of her full chest and tapering into the slim grace of her waist.
The silk fabric shimmered faintly with each movement as if it were alive.
Around her neck lay a delicate chain of silver with a ruby pendant, matching the pair of small earrings that glinted when she tilted her head.
Two rings, one gold, one sapphire, rested on her slender fingers.
Her long, dark hair, always bound tightly in a ponytail during classes, now cascaded freely down her shoulders and back, catching the light like threads of midnight.
Her emerald eyes gleamed as beautifully as ever.
Clack, clack...
She let out a small huff, tapping her heel against the stone tiles.
