"This world is surely different," Kate interjects."For all we know, one of you might have cut Grace's head off," she adds.The atmosphere grows tense as the lady utters those words, casting a dark aura around us. I sense the frustration boiling within Blair and Alhyssa, but Thania remains stoic, her gaze fixed coldly on the students."I don't appreciate your sharp tongue," Blair says."What awaits us when we leave the gate of this school?" Quinn interrupts before the girls can argue."If you are lucky, you will be able to return to your world. But our wish is for silence in whatever you have encountered here," Alhyssa replies."What is the other possibility that awaits us?" This time, Beauty asks out of nowhere."Death." No one speaks. It seems like everyone is scared by what Alhyssa said. Even from a distance, I can see the heaviness of their breaths."No, we're not leaving until Damon's condition improves. He is still in bad shape, so we can't go," Beauty av interrupts."Do we stil
There is a distinct disparity in their behaviors, mannerisms, and even their aura. Jax has always been known for his carefree and caring nature, while Lorde carries himself with an air of seriousness and discipline. The way he speaks, and the way he interacts with others, it is as if we are dealing with a completely different person. We cannot ignore this stark contrast that makes us question whether he truly is Jax or someone else entirely."Someone else? Don't be foolish, Alhyssa!" Her mother snaps her back.Alhyssa's heart sinks as she realizes her mother will not believe her.Slowly, I gather my thoughts and muster the courage to speak up against the president. "President, please listen to me. It was not Alhyssa's fault. And…Jax had never betrayed us. There must be something more to all of this."President Maria's eyes narrow, filled with suspicion and anger. "You expect me to believe your delusions? Enough of your lies, Venice!"A mixture of frustration and sadness washed over me
Quinn's StandpointOur footsteps feel heavy as we make our way through a complex passage. As we navigate through the dimly lit hallways, the faces of men in black come into view, displaying an array of emotions—from regret to rage, sadness to resignation—occupying every cell we pass. The oppressive space is a contrast to the vastness of the world outside, where freedom dances beyond reach. The persistent noise leaking from within each cell forms an invisible barrier, reminding us of the loneliness that awaits us.As we reach the end of the corridor, we are forcefully shoved by the aylwards, outwardly indifferent to our dilemma. We are thrown off balance by the push. Lorde, emotionless, looks at the man who pushes Beauty as if he is ripping his soul out. The aylward takes a step back, releasing eye contact. Anger boils within us, fueled by the situation we are currently in."What now? Are you just going to let them lock us up here? Well, not me. I'll escape from here even if it means r
Living in the cell feels like an eternity, and every moment drags on with agonizing slowness. The lack of motivation and the monotony of the surroundings intensify the feeling of time stretching out endlessly. With no windows to mark the passing days and only the dim flickering light bulb above us as a source of light, it is easy to lose track of time and become consumed by the sense of ever-present confinement.Even though we have no concept of time, we can tell it is already noon based on the meals served to us. It is our third day in the cell, and for three consecutive days, we have been waiting for the Valencias' promise to find a way for us to return to the world of mortals. Our hopes hinge on their ability to fulfill their word, but with each passing moment, doubt begins to gnaw at us. We wonder if their assurances are merely empty promises and if we are destined to remain trapped in this isolated world indefinitely. But that is the only thing that we are holding onto right now.
We become even more determined to find the truth because we know that only by finding the person responsible for everything would Lorde's name be cleared. And so, we embark on a conversation filled with twists and turns, unraveling the intricate web of deceit and betrayal that had entangled Lorde's fate."You often find me gone because I'm looking for Matt," Lorde begins. This might be the very first explanation he has ever given in her entire life. Even though he feels wronged, he just lets it be. But now, he is finally explaining himself. And I believe it is because that is how important Beauty is to her.Beauty is confused by his explanation, "You're talking nonsense."Lorde pauses for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts before continuing."I understand that it might sound crazy or confusing to you, but let me try to make it clearer," he says with a sound of plea in his voice. "Matt is alive. He's somewhere and I can't simply ignore that fact."I am struck speechless by what Lo
Nevertheless, she remains unfazed. The enemies carry long weapons, while I can only see pins flying from her hands, striking her enemies. With incredible agility and precision, she expertly dodges every strike, moving in sync with her opponents' movements. Despite her diminutive weapon, each well-placed strike of her pins proves to be devastating. The pins pierce through, finding the weak points of her opponents one by one.With the strong thrust of her pin, she knocks down the final opponent. She walks toward our cell slowly, and shortly after, she stands in front of us. Before us stands the strongest Valencia – Thania. Her presence commands respect and awe. Her eyes are filled with coldness and no hint of weariness from the intense battle. It is evident that she has fought countless battles before, honing her skills to perfection. As she stands before us, her dark energy seems to radiate, leaving us speechless.She looks at us suspiciously. Her sharp eyes seem to read every movement
Our hearts pound in our chests as we watch the president's expression closely, searching for any sign of what the outcome might be. Time seems to stand still, each passing second feeling like an eternity as the president carefully examines the contents. We hold our breath, our hopes and fears intertwined. The room is filled with tension as if the weight of the decision hangs in the air, and I cannot help but feel the weight of the moment, knowing that our fate lies in those pieces of paper. But because Max is the one who handed over the folder, a big part of us loses hope and accepts our painful fate.After reviewing the paper, President Maria inspects each one of us, and later sighs and slightly shakes her head. Without hesitation, she utters words that bring us immense relief."I'm sorry for doubting you. Release them," she says. These words are clear instructions, showing that we are no longer in trouble. So, with that, we feel relieved. I look at Blair, who seems equally surprised
Lorde's StandpointTwo weeks pass, and our days remain peaceful, although there is still an underlying awkwardness between Beauty and me. I continue my search for files to prove that Matt and Jax are the same person, but Alhyssa's records yield no trace of him.Finally, we officially become students at the Institution of Guhya. Our credibility goes unquestioned, all thanks to the falsified file Max submitted. It contains a consent form from our unreal parents, as well as proof of our residency in the Kingdom of Guhya. I may not understand Max's motives for manipulating our student profiles to save us, but I am grateful for the outcome. Damon's recovery also progresses quickly, allowing him and Beauty to resume their bickering.Currently, I find myself sitting alone on the rooftop of the classroom building, lost in thought. However, my contemplation is abruptly interrupted by the unexpected voices of an old woman and an old man speaking from behind me."Child, what are you doing there?