3rd POV   A figure emerged from the arena as Vana and Ezra’s match continue to rage on the battlefield. The lady stood away from the crowd, out of anyone’s eyes as she watches from the balcony on top of the arena seatings. Her hands are folded inside her pockets.   Her eyes bore a royal purple color, like amethyst shining brilliantly against the light. Her blonde hair weaved down her back, light curls hanging at the ends of her hair. Her eyes gleamed with focus and observation as she notes Vana Farasol, the name ringing a bell on her mind.   Her lips perked up, amused at the way Vana uses her magic. “Not bad. If she’s here, she would probably also take her as a student,” she mumbled.   “So, this is where you’ve been concealing yourself,” another voice said, a man’s figure approaching beside her.   The man had charcoal-auburn hair, his eyes hazel brown. The lady g

Vana's POV   “What the hell…” I cussed in the air, my eyes gazing at the gown neatly folded inside the box.   After Storm told me about the gift he prepared for me, I rushed back to our dorm room to check it out. I expected it to be something along the lines of a jewelry or a magic stone, or a mystery-genre book by one of my favorite novels.   But instead, what awaited me is a box with a blue and silver gown inside of it.   It took me a while to process it, realizing what the gown is for. Our graduation ball. Besides our graduation ceremony that will be held in three days, there would also be a graduation ball that will be held in the evening of the graduation day.   “That’s a lovely dress,” Jamra commented, peering next to me as she scans the gown.   The gown had a haltertop, glittering blue top and a bottom A-line skirt in the shade of silv

Vana's POV   “Jerome…”   Jerome stood right next to Jamra, gun held at headpoint as a dark and grim look flash in his eyes. I gulped, clamping my mouth as I search for the letters and words in my head. My throat felt dry, and my lips were frozen.   He freed Jamra from her tied chair, helping her out. My emotions were all over the place after he arrived, my chest tight and stirring in many emotions. Uncertainty. Shock. Joy. Dread.   My eyes found its way to Jerome’s gaze, and our eyes stared at each other for a long while. I can see it in his eyes. The pain and the fury that boomed through his pupils. It was frightening, his expression dark and cold and unrecognizable.   But more than that, his presence and appearance reassured me. I don’t know how he found me. I don’t why he showed up to save me. I don’t know anything about him… yet I’m so glad he was here. I am

Vana's POV   “There, all done,” Jamra said after she finishes applying makeup on my face. “You look beautiful.”   I looked at myself on the mirror, doubting if I’m really looking at myself. Jamra did a good job on the makeup that I almost can’t recognize myself. She only put light makeup on me, with a little blue accent to combine with the color of my gown.   “You look gorgeous. I’m sure everyone will drool when they see. Plus, that aura,” Jamra complimented, squealing with a smile.   I smiled back. I wore the gown brother prepared for me, which I was surprised to find out to have pants underneath the skirt. The bodice of the gown fitted my body’s shape perfectly, the skirt’s silhouette flowing down my legs the way I wanted it to be.   Jamra wore a lime green mini dress that has a heart-shaped top and a puffy skirt on the bottom. It’s yellow-green color glamoured

Vana's POV I hesitantly followed the Cindre sisters down the south hall, making our way to one of the lounge rooms in the lounge hall. I left Jamra at the ballroom a minute ago, assuring her that I will be fine on my own.   The two sisters led me to one of the rooms in the middle of the hallway, opening the door as they guide me inside. My eyes lost count of the doors I passed by down on the corridor, distracted by the flaring lights from the hallway chandeliers. I slipped inside the lounge, taking a step inside.   Cella led us to a sofa in the center of the room, while Tacia closed the door behind us. They both wore a ball gown that weighs down on their body, with Tacia wearing a light blue gown, while Cella wore a pink gown.   I took the opportunity to sit down on the couch, resting my feet from standing all evening. My feet are sore from standing up in these heels, I ought to sit down