A week later, the academy hosted a grand celebration beneath a sky of swirling starlight, woven with magic. The great dining hall shimmered with illusions—floating candles, musical constellations, and enchanted fireworks that bloomed like lotuses in the air.
Adonis, dressed in silken silver and pale mint, was the guest of honor.
Margaret, now calm and genuinely smiling, stood beside Hazel, raising a glass in honor of peace and second chances. "To forging our own destinies," she declared, "and the light that guides us."
Hazel grinned. "And to the one who helped us all change our fates."
Zavier bowed before Adonis, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. "My sword will always belong to your cause."
Felix waltzed her away for a dance, his charm soft and sincere. "You will always be the one who makes me forget my role."
Cassius lingered at her side throughout the evening, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Where you walk... I follow."
Asher lifted a toast and shouted across the hall, "To the chaos queen who made everything worth it!"
And Lucas—he stood behind her quietly until the music faded. Then he offered her his hand, and she took it without hesitation.
Together, they stepped onto the balcony. He rested his forehead to hers again.
"No more storms," she whispered.
"Only us," he replied.
And the stars bore witness to the beginning of forever.. The world was whole again—but she was not.
In the days that followed the celebration, life at the academy gradually returned to its gentle rhythm. Peace blanketed the land, and with no looming battle on the horizon, Adonis found herself experiencing something entirely new: stillness.
One golden morning, she sat beneath the cherry blossom tree by the east gardens. Lucas lay beside her, his head resting in her lap, eyes closed, one hand entwined with hers.
"You're smiling again," she said, brushing silver strands from his forehead.
He opened one eye. "I only smile when you're near."
She laughed, soft and free, the sound like wind chimes in summer.
They spent the morning there—sharing silence, secrets, and stories from childhoods they rarely spoke of. Lucas showed her old spell scrolls he had written at age seven, each one full of charming imperfections. She traced his script with her fingers.
"You were brilliant even then," she whispered.
He looked at her—not as the reincarnated villainess or the prophesied key, but as Adonis. Just Adonis.
That night, he took her hand again, and under the moonlight, they danced slowly, without music, without fanfare. Just breath and heartbeat.
"I never thought peace would feel this terrifying," she confessed.
Lucas kissed her temple. "Then let's be terrified together."
He leaned down, lips brushing hers—not with desperation, but promise. A kiss that sealed not fate, but love.
And when the stars blinked awake above them, they wrote no more prophecy.
Only the story they chose to live.
Zavier returned to his duties as Crown Prince, but every letter he sent Adonis ended with, "Until we meet again."
Felix sent enchanted roses every week. Cassius lingered in her shadow. Asher sparred with her daily, laughing more than ever.
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