Talia:
"Lyra is his twin sister… So maybe he went to wish her?"
Selby:
"Ohh yes!"
(Just then, Damon walked out of the washroom, drying his hands with a towel.)
Damon:
"Nope. Today's not her birthday. Hers is on the 4th of September."
Talia:
"What? How's that possible? You both are twins, right?"
Damon: (nodding with a small smile)
"Yeah. But I'm a premature baby. I was born earlier than expected. Just by a little gap. That's why my birthday is today and hers on 4th September."
Talia:
"Ohhh… that's actually kinda interesting."
Calla: (raising an eyebrow)
"Then why did you go to the washroom?":
Damon (grinning widely)
"Because I was under pressure… like actual pressure… to pee! It was a real emergency, okay?"
Calla:
"Okay, okay, we get it. Now come here and cut the cake already!"
(Damon walked over and sat in front of the cake. Everyone gathered around him, wide smiles on their faces.)
All together:
🎶 Happy birthday to you… 🎶
(He closed his eyes for a second, made a quiet wish, then cut the cake as his friends clapped and cheered.)
Talia:
You're officially older and still acting like a toddler .
Damon:
Age is just a number, attitude is eternal.
(They all laughed. A piece of cake was passed to everyone, and someone — probably Calla — gently dabbed a little frosting on Damon's nose.)
Calla (grinning):
Perfect! Now the look is complete 😜
(Everyone suddenly turned to look at her.)
Calla (confused):
What? Why are you all looking at me like that?
(They burst into laughter again, and she tried to defend herself, but the teasing had already begun. The moment was full of light, full of love — a memory they'd all keep close.)
(After that little frosting chaos, Damon stood up while everyone else was still sitting, bits of laughter still echoing around the room.)
Damon (smiling warmly):
Thank you guys… for this surprise. I really loved it.
Aren (grinning):
Maybe you loved more that nose frosting… especially since it was put by Calla.
(Calla's eyes widened, and before Aren could react, she smacked his arm — not too hard, but enough to make him flinch dramatically.)
Calla:
Shut up, dumbo!
(Everyone cracked up, even louder than before.)
Damon (cheering her on while laughing):
Beat him! Beat him! For all of us!
(The room filled with chaotic energy and inside jokes. For a moment, nothing outside that room mattered. Just friendship, fun, and cake-frosted chaos.)
Owen:
Girls, I think you should go now. It's going to be 10.
Selby:
Oh yes, let's go. Once again — Happy Birthday, Damon!
Calla:
Happy Birthday from me too!
Talia:
Same here — Happy Birthday!
Damon (smiling):
Thank you!
(The girls teleported back to their room.)
Selby:
Let's get ready.
Talia:
Yeah.
(All the girls begin getting ready.)
In the boys' room…
Damon:
Uhh… now we need to clean this all up before the fairies come. And I need to get ready too.
Owen:
Ah, leave it to me and Aren. You go get ready, Birthday Boy.
Aren:
Yeah, we got it.
Damon:
Thanks, brothers.
(Damon heads into the bathroom while Owen and Aren start cleaning.)
(A few minutes later, Damon comes out, and most of the cleaning is already done.)
Owen (holding a silver plate):
Hey, Aren… would you mind going to the girls' room and giving them this?
Aren:
Me? Hmm… okay, there's still like 10 minutes left. Give it.
(Owen hands over the plate, and Aren runs off.)
Damon (raising an eyebrow):
Wasn't that supposed to go in the trash?
Owen:
Yeah… but I wanted to send him there.
Damon:
Why?
Owen (patting the bed):
Sit. I need to talk to you.
Damon (sitting):
What's this about?
Owen:
I know you were lying about the whole "pee emergency."
Damon:
No, I wasn't.
Owen:
Seriously? You're still lying?
Damon (sighing deeply):
…Okay. Fine. I was lying. I got emotional… It's been three years since anyone wished me on my birthday. Then you all gave me this surprise. It hit me. Even today, I know Lyra won't wish me…
Owen (softly):
Hey… let it go. You've got your two idiot brothers right here — me and Aren. And even some sisters now… like Talia, Selby…
Damon (squinting):
And Calla?
Owen (nervously):
HUHHAA– I mean… just Talia and Selby.
(They both burst out laughing.)
Meanwhile, in the girls' room…
(Aren knocks the door. Talia opens it, surprised.)
Talia:
You? Come inside.
(Aren walks in sheepishly. Calla and Selby both turn, surprised.)
Talia:
Why did you come here?
Aren (holding out the plate):
To give this silver plate.
Calla (confused):
Huh? You dumb, that's supposed to go in the trash!
Aren:
What?! Owen told me to come and give it to you!
Selby (facepalming):
He's dumb… and so are you.
Aren (defensive):
Huhhh! Let it be — I'm going!
(And with that, Aren ran out of the room, leaving the girls laughing.)
(Before the Fairy enters the boys' room)
Aren rushes into the room, clearly annoyed.
Aren:
Owen, because of you I was almost gone!
Owen (confused):
Why? What did I do?
Aren:
That silver thing you left—IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE DUSTBIN!
Owen (scratching his head):
Ohh… okay.
(Before they can argue more, the fairy appears at the door.)
Fairy (raising an eyebrow):
Oh! You two look so not ready. Get ready fast—I'll be back in 15 minutes!
(She vanishes with a swirl of glitter, leaving behind a faint sparkle in the air.)
Owen:
"Wait—We didn't even Bathe!!"
Aren (horrified):
"what the hell are we gonna do?! We can't go to class smelling like dragon poop!"
Owen:
"I'll go to the bathroom first."
Aren:
"No, I'll go first!"
Damon:
"Hey, you both stop. Do one thing—Aren, you're a Novaborn too. Go ask them if you can use their other bathroom. You're talkative enough, they'll probably say yes."
Aren:
"Pfft, obviously they'll say yes. We're basically cousins, right?"
(He walks off confidently, knocks on the other Novaborn boys' room.)
Aren:
"Yo, I need to borrow your bathroom. Sorry, but please don't ask me any questions now and we're already late."
Nova-born boy :
"Hmm…Come in, bro. Yes, you can use our bathroom."
(Aren goes into the bathroom.)
After 12 minutes, he comes out.
Aren:
"Thank you, bros!"
He went back to his room.
(Owen was also ready. The last touch-up was their hair. After fixing it, their 15 minutes were up.)
Fairy (re-entering):
"Oh! You actually got ready? I'm impressed."
Aren:
"We work better under pressure."
(After that, the fairy takes them all to the big classroom, where everyone takes their seats. Calla, Selby, Talia, Aren, Owen, and Damon sit on the back benches — boys on one bench and girls on the other, side by side.)
And then Professor Scandal enters.
Mr. Scandal:
Good morning, students. I am your Defence professor—Arthur Scandal. I will teach you how to defend yourselves when you're in critical situations.
Now, open your books to Chapter 1.
A girl:
Huh? But we don't have any books.
(Mr. Scandal claps, and books appear in front of them.)
Selby opens the first chapter — VerlorenFear.
Mr. Scandal:
"So now listen— you all have the same spell. But the thing is, Aetherborn cast it with their hands, while Novaborn and Veilborn use their wands.
Now see, first I'll teach you the spell to defend yourself from your fear. But remember— this spell only works if you stand confidently in front of it. Otherwise, it's just words… a spell with no power.
Veilborn and Novaborn, wave your wands. Aetherborn, use your hand. And say, 'Bralux Nocturnix'.
All Students (in unison):
"Bralux Nocturnix…"
Mr. Scandal:(spins around, pacing slowly)
"Spell it well. If you don't, the wrong spell will go… and that's dangerous."
(claps his hands sharply)
(A glowing parchment appears in the air and gently floats down in front of each student, shimmering with silver runes.)
Mr. Scandal (with a smirk):
"Now. Write down your fear. Remember, this is just for trial. The paper won't harm you…"
(Students glance nervously at each other and begin writing.)
Mr. Scandal:
"Good. Now place it in front of you… Focus on it… feel the fear. And when you're ready—speak the words."
(One by one, the students raise their wands or hands.)
Selby:(steady voice)
"Bralux Novturnix."
(Her parchment ignites with a cool blue flame and vanishes in a flash of light.)
Damon:(smirks slightly)
"Bralux Novturnix."
(His paper rips itself in half, then turns to dust midair.)
(Aren glances at his paper, hesitating for a moment… Then raises his wand.)
Aren:
"Bralux Nocturnix."
(And his parchment gets destroyed too.)
(Lyra, sitting on the front bench, finishes her spell and casually turns to look back — only to freeze in surprise. She sees Damon, seated a few rows behind, leaning forward and trying to talk to Calla.)
Lyra (whispers to herself):
"What? How can he talk with a Novaborn?"
(She was still unaware that Aren, who shares a room with Damon, is a Novaborn too.)
Meanwhile…
Damon:
"It's Bralux Nocturnix."
Calla (confused):
"Brelux?"
Selby (laughing softly):
"Dude, it's Bralux Nocturnix… Bra-lux."
Calla (correcting herself):
"Bralux Nocturnix."
(Her parchment flares and turns to ash — she did it right.)
(Talia and Owen finish shortly after — their parchments destroyed cleanly too.)
Mr. Scandal:
"Alright, looks like you all did well. Now, I'll give you a potion. Once you drink it, you'll be pulled into a memory—the one you fear the most. To overcome it, you'll need to face it head-on—with confidence. Only then will the spell release you. I hope you handle it neatly."
(A soft breeze rustles through the room as a graceful fairy appears, floating gently above the floor. She hands each student a glowing potion—violet, shimmering, and slightly warm to the touch.)
Mr. Scandal:
"At the count of three… everyone, drink it."
"1… 2… 3…"
(In perfect sync, the students raise the potions and drink. A moment of eerie silence follows. Then—nothing. They were paralyzed, eyes wide open, unmoving…)
(Their bodies remained frozen, but inside, they were falling—falling deep into their worst memories. Each one was transported into their mind—into the deepest, darkest corners where their worst memories were buried in fear.)
In Aren's memories…
He was standing in a dark place, alone. Shadows moved around him, but there was silence. He took a step forward, and suddenly—
wheee-ooo wheee-ooo
—the loud wail of an ambulance echoed behind him. He turned quickly.
The darkness melted into a bright, chaotic roadway.
There, in the middle of the street, he saw his parents.
A speeding car had hit them.
Their bodies lay still, lifeless on the ground. Blood was flowing—slow, unstoppable. The flashing red lights of the ambulance blurred behind his tears.
Aren dropped to his knees, his voice breaking into sobs as the pain crashed over him again.
In Calla's memory…
She was back in her old school hallway. Bright lights. Laughter. But her heart was racing.
A girl walked up to her, phone in hand, smirking.
"Hello, Calla. So… what do you think? Should I post this?"
She held up the screen.
It was a photo of Calla—one taken without her knowing. Her face looked weird, her clothes were rumpled, and she was caught in a moment of awkwardness.
Everyone would laugh. Everyone would mock her.
Calla (panicking):
"Please… don't do that…"
But the girl just laughed.
In Lyra's memory…
It was lunch break.
The classroom was nearly empty—silent…
Except for the sound of a desk scraping.
Lyra peeked in through the cracked door.
Damon was cornered by three boys.
Damon's fist flew.
A clean, powerful punch to the ringleader's jaw—
CRACK.
The boy fell over a desk.
The second charged.
But Damon's hand sparked.
Blue light—thin like lightning—flashed from his palm.
BOOM.
The second boy was flung back as if the air itself exploded.
The third froze in terror.
Damon's eyes glowed for a second—just a flash—
unnatural.
Chalk dust floated.
The lights flickered.
The air shifted like a storm was about to hit.
Teacher (barging in):
"DAMON?! WHAT—WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
The spell flickered out.
Damon blinked like he didn't even realise what had just happened.
Lyra stepped back.
Shaken. Confused.But something in her heart cracked.
Selby's Memory
She was sitting on the edge of a dusty bed.
In her trembling hand — a faded photograph.
She stepped closer to the light, lifting it slightly.
In the photo:
A little Selby, smiling softly.
And beside her… a small boy. Messy hair. Bright eyes.
The photo had a warm glow — but Selby's face was pale.
Suddenly, the memory shifted.
The same boy — now lying on the ground.
Unmoving.
Blood flowed from his head, staining the stones around him.
Screams echoed.
His parents came running, scooping him up, yelling his name.
And then —
Selby's parents, panicked, turned to her.
"What happened, Selby?"
Her younger self just stood there — frozen. Blank eyes. Silent lips.
The weight of what happened already crushing her.
Back in the present, Selby's eyes shimmered with tears.
She took one shaky breath — then lifted her hand, voice steady.
"Bralux Nocturnix."
The memory snapped shut.
She fell back slightly, out of the scene. Quiet. Shaken.
Talia's Memory
Talia was sitting quietly in the stark white hospital corridor, just 14, her fingers tightly laced with her mother's. The world around her felt muffled, like everything had sunk underwater.
Then, the doctor stepped out, eyes heavy with sorrow.
"I'm sorry… we couldn't save him."
Her mother gasped. But Talia… she stood still. Slowly, she turned her head toward the glass window where her father's lifeless body lay, covered up. Just hours ago, he had held her hand. Just hours ago, he was smiling.
She stared at the memory, watching it play like a scene frozen in time.
Back in the present, standing in the glowing circle of memory, Talia's face remained calm—but her eyes brimmed with emotion. A quiet breath escaped her lips.
Then she raised her hand and whispered:
"Bralux Nocturnix."
The memory dissolved into golden dust as she backed away, silently.
(Mr. Scandal stepped forward, his voice proud and soft.)
Mr. Scandal:
"Very well done, Selby and Talia. You've both faced your fear."
Damon's Turn
He found himself back in his old school classroom. The walls felt too close, the air heavy with memories. Familiar voices echoed around him, taunting like shadows that never left.
"So, Damon… still defending that freak Lyra?"
Damon looked up—his eyes burning, his fists clenched.
Without a word, he stepped forward and punched the boy hard, the crack echoing through the room.
The second bully laughed—until Damon raised his hand. A burst of magic shot forward, knocking the second one back.
Aren's Memory
Aren was standing in a dim street, wearing worn-out duty clothes, his hair messy, eyes empty. He watched crowds of people pass him, not one turning to look at him.
Forgotten.
Ignored.
Unseen.
He dropped to his knees… then paused. Looked up. And then—stood tall.
From his sleeve, he pulled his wand.
"Bralux Nocturnix."
The street faded into light.
Lyra's Turn
She was back home. Everything felt colder.
Through the half-open door, she saw her parents dragging Damon, locking him inside a room.
Her hands shook. She stepped forward.
Her hand glowing softly with power.
"Bralux Nocturnix."
The walls trembled… and disappeared.
Calla's Turn
Girl (smirking):
"I might delete it… if you do anything I say."
Calla's voice broke.
Calla:
"I'll do anything. Just please… delete it."
The girl handed her a cigarette.
"Hide it in your bag. They're doing back checks today."
Without thinking, Calla tucked it in.
She didn't look. She didn't ask.
Next moment—her mother was in the principal's office.
Disappointment in her eyes. Anger in her voice.
The shame burning in Calla's chest… it stung worse than anything.
Tears threatened—but she didn't let them fall.
She raised her wand.
"Bralux Nocturnix."
A soft golden shimmer wrapped around her, and the scene disappeared.
Then we see Damon.
He teleported into his room — all alone. His mind was filled with echoes of bullies calling him a loser, his own family's hate cutting deeper than any spell. Tears welled up in his eyes. The voices grew louder, like they were about to devour his soul.
He tried to speak, to cast the spell, but the weight of it all choked him.
And then — one memory sparked in the darkness. His birthday. His friends, smiling, laughing, hugging him.
That tiny spark ignited something within.
He wiped his tears, stood tall, and with everything inside him, he shouted:
"Bralux Nocturnix!"
And he was back.
Owen's memory.
He stepped in… but there was nothing.
Just endless blankness. A void. No sound. No faces. Just him and emptiness.
He walked. And walked. Nothing changed.
With a heavy breath, as if realizing something we couldn't see, he simply raised his wand and cast:
"Bralux Nocturnix."
And returned.
(Every student was back.
The silence in the room was deafening — no words, just the sound of heavy breaths and magic fading into stillness.
Some had tears in their eyes. Some were shaking. Some stared blankly at the floor, trying to make sense of what just happened.)
(Mr. Scandal stood tall at the center of the room, his cloak fluttering slightly with the ambient energy still lingering from the spellwork. His voice rang out, deep and calm.)
Mr. Scandal:
"I'm proud of you, students. I know you all just faced the very thing you never wanted to see again… but that's how magic works. Growth doesn't come from ease—it comes from courage."
(He glanced at each of them—Talia, Selby, Damon, Owen—their faces still catching their breath, some pale, others holding back tears, but all of them stronger.)
Mr. Scandal (with a faint smile):
"Alright. That concludes your class for today. Please head to the Grand Refectory for lunch and rest. You've earned it."
(All the students stood up and walked silently toward the Grand Refectory.
Talia, Selby, Calla, Aren, Damon, and Owen were together, but no one spoke. They just walked quietly, each deep in their own thoughts.)
Every student took their seat.
Miss Coldhollow:
"Huuuuh… Why are the new students so silent? Did Mr. Scandal give you too much stress? Hmm… maybe this will help."
(She clapped her hands.)
(Suddenly, fairies appeared, fluttering above the students, sprinkling glowing magic dust. A warm, calming feeling spread through the hall. The students' faces lit up with smiles, and laughter slowly returned.
Then, food magically appeared on the tables—lunch was served.)
(After the meal, everyone returned to their rooms.)
(Meanwhile, in Miss Coldhollow's office, Mr. Scandal and Mr. Grace stood before her.)
Mr. Scandal:
"Ma'am, why are you making us push them this hard? They're still beginners. It's too much."
Mr. Grace:
"Yes, ma'am. They've already been through a lot."
Miss Coldhollow (serious tone):
"This is the best for them. You both know… he has returned. If he attacks before we even know who he is, we'll be helpless. We must prepare them."
Mr. Scandal (hesitant):
"But… what about the girls?"
Miss Coldhollow (softly):
"I know… but we have to protect them too. They're not strong enough yet."
Mr. Grace:
"Yes, ma'am."
Miss Coldhollow:
"Right now, we don't even know how old he is… or what form he's taken. So, just do what I ask."
Mr. Scandal and Mr. Grace:
"Understood, ma'am."
(They left the room.)
(Miss Coldhollow sat down, her face tense and full of worry.)