The Night Before the Song
The Academy had not slept since the violet awakening.Every lamp flickered faintly — some in red, some in blue — as if the building itself was breathing.And high above, the aurora shimmered a shade deeper than ever before.Violet threads danced through gold light, weaving the beginning of something unnamed.
Lyra sat on the balcony of the upper dorms, knees pulled close to her chest.Lumi rested beside her, flicking its tail through the air, leaving silver trails that curved like forgotten music notes.
"Lumi… when I closed my eyes back there, I heard something," she whispered."It wasn't just the Seventh Light. It was… everyone. Every color."
Lumi's glow pulsed gently, as if agreeing.
Below, in the courtyard, faint sparks moved in rhythm —Draven trained alone, his flames whispering with the wind.Seren meditated beneath the Time Oak, time itself bending subtly around him.Riven leaned against a stone pillar, lightning flickering restlessly through his gloves.In the shadows near the arches, Nyra Vale watched — unseen, but aware.
The air between them all seemed to hum — different melodies, same heartbeat.
The Headmistress's Warning
In her private chamber, Headmistress Veyra stood before an ancient mirror.Its surface no longer reflected her — instead, it shimmered with runes whispering in an older voice.
"The Song is waking again."
Veyra's jaw tightened."If they summon it, the seal will thin. The colors will begin to call each other."
"Then it begins as before… and ends as before."
The mirror trembled.Behind the runes, a faint silhouette appeared — Astra Veil, watching from somewhere beyond reflection.
Her voice echoed softly."Or maybe this time… they'll sing it differently."
Veyra closed her eyes."Let's hope so."
Gathering of Six
Dawn arrived pale and silver.
The students gathered in the Resonance Hall — its floor etched with interlocking circles of color.Each stood in their place:
Lyra (Light) at the center
Draven (Flame) to her right
Nyra Vale (Shadow) beside him, half in darkness
Seren (Time) behind the circle
Eira Wynn (Frost) opposite Lyra
Riven (Storm) closing the ring
Lumi hovered above the center — the only familiar fully present.Yet the air itself stirred strangely, as if something unseen circled them —a whisper of wind, a memory of flight.Not a body.Only an echo.
Veyra stepped forward, staff touching the floor.
"Tonight, the world will remember the Song of Seven," she said."But remember this — songs can awaken hearts… or shatter them."
Lyra met Draven's gaze."Then we'll sing it carefully."
The Resonance Test
They joined hands.
At first — nothing.
Then one by one, their lights flared.
Flame bled into shadow.Shadow softened into frost.Frost echoed through time.Time cracked into storm.And finally — light wove them all together.
Lyra gasped as the resonance surged through her — not pain, but too much feeling at once.Every heartbeat. Every fear. Every hope.
And beneath it all — a seventh rhythm.Unseen. Unformed.
A whisper echoed through the hall:
"When hearts align, the song returns."
The floor ignited with sigils — six blazing bright.The seventh remained faint… unfinished.
Draven frowned. "Where's the seventh chord?"
Eira Wynn answered softly, frost misting her breath."It isn't missing. It's listening."
The Hidden Note
They closed their eyes again.
In the silence, Lyra heard it — a note born not of power, but of connection.Violet and white entwined.
"I hear it," she whispered.
This time… the others did too.
The final sigil flickered — not fully formed, but alive.
The walls dissolved into starlight.Aurora rippled across an endless sky.
And within the harmony, the Seventh's voice sang — distant, gentle:
"Together, you are not fragments.You are the chord."
The Dawn of the Song
When they opened their eyes, they were still holding hands.But something had changed.
They could feel each other now — faintly.Emotion like music: warmth, fear, courage, trust.
Draven smirked. "Well… that's new."
Lyra smiled through tears. "Then it worked."
Veyra watched them, awe breaking through her calm.
"The Song has found its first echo," she said."You've awakened the bond that will guide every color from here on."
Outside, dawn broke — gold and violet intertwined.And high above the Academy, a seventh symbol shimmered faintly in the sky.
Not whole.
Not gone.
Waiting.