Alethea is a kind-hearted girl who holds the weight of the Magic Dimension on her shoulders. Read as she tries to belong in a world that's filled with chaos yet she's nothing but. Adjusting to a world filled with danger when she wants nothing but a...
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Alethea's POV:
The sun gently filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the cluttered yet comforting space the dorm room in Alfea we called home.
"Stella, it's just us you know." I teased her as I lounged on a chair, idly flipping through a book. "You don't need to dress to impress."
Stella paused, turning to shoot me a mock glare. "Oh, but darling, every moment is an opportunity to dress to impress."
Bloom, who was sprawled out on my bed, watched the scene unfold with amusement. "Stella, how much time do you spend on your hair every day?"
"Ask not what I do for my hair, but what my hair does." Stella declared, striking a pose.
"What is that stuff?" Bloom asked out of curiosity as she sat up while I looked up from my book, a fond smile gracing my features.
"Flora made it." Stella answered as she continued putting that green stuff in her hair. "It's a botanical and magical formula, three minutes and my hair will shine like glass, wanna try some?"
Bloom was silent for a second but noticing the look of anticipation on Stella's face, she sighed. "That's cool."
"Hey, is everything alright?" I asked, my voice soft with concern as I set my book aside. "You seem a little.. preoccupied."
Bloom's smile faltered. "Just some stuff on my mind."
"You have that look on your face," I exchanged a knowing glance with Stella, who nodded in silent agreement, it was clear that Bloom wasn't entirely being forthcoming, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry gnawing at my insides. "It's Brandon isn't it?"
"It is." Bloom's facade crumbled, with a resigned sigh she continued. "He said he would call and then he never did, the Day of Royals is tomorrow."
I tilted my head in confusion, that doesn't sound like Brandon at all. Brandon likes Bloom so much that he would show her that, after classes, he would always call her, and ask her to hang out so it was obvious that he likes her, even Silas asked me which was unexpected.
I yearned for a change of scenery, so after classes, I told my friends I would go to Magix City. I meandered through the crowded streets. Drawn by an inexplicable pull, I found myself strolling through a small park nestled amidst the towering structures, its greenery providing a stark contrast to the surrounding concrete jungle.
Lost in thought, I scarcely noticed the figure sitting on a weathered bench beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree until I drew closer. With a curious tilt of my head, I recognized Silas, his gaze fixed on the bustling cityscape before him and I wondered what he was doing here.
