Sleeping Throne
Stormlaks...A city where wealth is law, ambition sharpens like a blade, and danger hides behind every gilded corner. Every glance carries weight. Every whisper shifts power. Every student harbors a secret that could unravel lives.
"S.I.L..." Did I just mention that?
Whispers in slow silent but audible voice, "STORMLAKS INSTITUTE OF LUXURY" Yes, I did. I repeated the words in my mind, tasting their weight. Every Stormlakian has spoken the name at least once, in awe, in envy, or in fear. It is known for one thing or the other.
S.I.L is the most coveted school in the city, a place where elegance masked danger, legacy ruled over all, and a misstep could cost more than pride. It could cost lives.
Every young person dreamed of walking its polished halls, of being counted among the elite. But what happens when our Cinderella becomes one of the chosen?
Getting in should have been the dream. It should have felt like victory. But for her, it was only the beginning. Her quiet presence drew attention in ways she did not understand. Eyes lingered where they had no right to, whispers followed her through hallways like shadows, and even the untouchable, the feared, the impossible. THE MANIACS, two different people could not look away.
Then she arrived,
Not from Stormlaks city.
She came from a city that her parents controlled, a city powerful enough to bend entire regions to their will. Her steps were deliberate, her posture commanding, her gaze unflinching. She moved as if she already owned S.I.L, as if the halls themselves had bent to her presence. Every step shifted the balance, every glance rewrote the rules, every subtle gesture demanded attention without uttering a word. And beneath the polished exterior burned a carefully concealed hatred for our Cinderella, a reason known only to her.
Stormlaks held more than rivalry. Beneath the luxury, the glittering parties, and the polished marble floors, lay a secret too dangerous to name. A shadow without a face, slipping through lives unnoticed, moving through different shadows and whispers. A girl with a hidden identity, masked, elusive, and shrouded in secrets that holds the key to everything. Her existence a puzzle that no one could solve. She wore a life that was not hers and she is untouchable. And when the truth finally emerged, nothing would survive it at all.
Why are the Maniacs hunting her?
Why has it taken years to find her?
Why does she hide behind a mask that is not her own? And what will happen when she's found and the truth is finally revealed?
Too much of question marks but it all comes down to......WHO IS SHE???
