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....I can vividly recall my first day at this 'prestigious academy.'

RING!!!! RING!!!!!

The sounds of the alarms screech into the ears of all Royals & staff in Sunnyside. Panicked whispers, screams, teachers commanding students to evacuate all clatter together in a noise of chaos and disorder. A security breach hacked into the systems of the school's technology, the gates are wide open outside, the yells of mortal guards can be heard faintly outside. 

"FIND THE INTRUDER- NOW!!" Head Guard Estelaria's voice boomed outside.

I was told by my mother & father about Sunnyside.

"Attention all students & staff, there has been a breach in the academy. Please evacuate to the nearest exit-"

Of how it would assist me in learning more than they did. Get an education, they said. 

A mysterious dark figure moves rapidly at the speed of light.

Despite their constant proposals & my father's questionable ways of persuasion. Father things. After two weeks, they had passed me a map & told me: 

"You will find your way into Sunnyside. In the Sorcery Kingdom. We will breach the system. You will get in. Kill every guard on sight. Make your entrance. Your bags will be passed later in your dorm." 

What dorm? I clearly said I did not want to be there. I am aware of the horrors my family has went through, the whole of Cora despised us. 

Every sword swing: dodged. Every guard: gutted. The figure was like a sentient blade, literally, it went through the hearts of the guards, piercing them before it turned into bloodbath. Blood was splattered. On the walls. On the floors. On the gates. The organs of the guards sputtered out like crazy. Estelaria, the trained high & mighty guard... couldn't keep up???? WHAT. 

Thunder storms slowly ensue, winds get stronger. While everyone else in the school were so guarding up, the fight continued on not long until most of the guards were injured, severely injured or dead. 

The figure had fled its way into the ground, disappearing at sight. Estelaria grunts in rage. It melts like tar, it slips into the cracks and into the soil beneath, it moves like ants, ready to conquer its quest. Moving into the school. 

"Everyone!! Move to the back of the school, we must stick together!! A woman with her sun-like hair wrapped in a bun exclaimed. Her face was more than in shock or disbelief. It was beyond it. 

"No....NO. It can't be...we must get them out-"  She thought to herself. 

Oh Headmistress, you should be relieved I did not actually harm your precious students. 

A bunch of Royals hudled together. In small groups or alone. A violet-haired girl dressed in the finest of modern Star fashion eyes widened, she clung onto a green haired girl- Flora Royal, presumably as the ground quakes. A Water Royal stumbles in fear, hyperventilating. A Wind one,  who wasn't paying mind to the thunder and "noise" outside, stood frozen, next to him an Ice Royal yelled: "ZEPHYR DO SOMETHING-"

A tentacle shoots out from the ground, nearly hitting him. Twice, almost hurting 2 Shadow Royals at the corner, the brother pushing the sister away.  As more started coming out. The mysterious figure from before rises from the darkness, black smoke fills the air as if Death itself seems to be in this room. 

Looks of fear sewed onto every Royal in the room. Glass shatters, walls cracked. How could you not be when a school as "safe" as this could be breached so easily? 

Two Solar Royals huddle close to that woman. Well actually the boy is hiding under the desk, the girl is pulling him out to escape. Supposedly, she was their guardian, or mother or something. An older one looked worried but scowled at his fearful cousins. A Scent Royal hugs a Reflection Royal close to her, A Sorcery one sheilds them. A stupid Time attempted to record it at first sight of this event but its friend slapped the phone out of his hand before dodging the incoming tentacles.

They are all so pathetic aren't they? Wretches. Cannot even comprehend the sight of the mind-blowing entrance I improvised on my own.

The figure starts to take shape. The dark ink turns into hair, as it forms into lovely, luscious curls. Pure white skin becomes visible to the eye as it becomes more...human. The skin is sterile, untouching, the Ice Kingdom would break if skin like that was touched. The dress in question comes into the picture, revealing an Obsidian Black dress, adorned with gold patterns & at least two gold big pins. One on the chest. One on the waistline.

Ugh...this was such a bore.

The shoulders of the dress hold high like it's user's head. It was like watching a monster transform into its beautiful human disguise. 

The figure's eyes open. It's eyes were black with white pupils. It's face was toned with a sharp chin. Unsmiling. Reluctant even. 

"Tch. Pathetic." 

Next thing you know, I am at this school. 

...

This is stupid.

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Obviously my name is not Enigma. I will not tell you my identity just yet. Instead I would like to narrate the nonsense that occurred in this chapter. 

The figure, still airborne, slowly levitates onto the marble floor. It looked graceful floating down like that whilst the rest were disraught from the appalling scenario that just occurred in front of them. Besides the broken windows plus the wall cracks so deep it was deeper than my father's poetry he wrote back in 12th grade, books that tumbled down from the shaking scatter around the marble floor. Paintings of the room slightly ajar. 

"Crescenta!! Are you okay?" The Flora Royal panted. 

"H-HAZEL. WHAT. WAS. THAT." Crescenta, the Star Royal, shuddered loudly, doing the Thousand-Yard stare thing.

Crescenta, the Star Royal, came from the same Kingdom that coincidentally used to be a neighbouring Kingdom to mine. Before it all went to chaos. What she wore was a purple, short-skirted dress with golden accents & hem. A lavender collared undershirt had a diamond at the chest area with long, puffy sleeves. From her pink leggings to her boots, everything was adorned in gold. Her purple eyes hid secrets, combined with a desire to be more than she seems. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, underneath a purple-pink gradient with constellations as decorations. All dolled up with a nice bow. 

Her friend, Princess Hazel, was the Heiress to Flora. Sage green coils compliment her brown skin & hazel eyes. Some of her hair was tied up in two small buns. She had a purple dress divided to reveal a pink petticoat-  Why does everyone in this god forbaden school love Purple and Pink - with pink lacy cuffs, boots and leafy emblems. Her expression was pure fear. I can tell when fear is fear in someone. 

I stared menacingly at the rest of the wretches but that caused everyone to go on instinct. Some flinched. Some fell back. A few others were even bold enough to face me. 

The Sorcery Royal- Maximus- activated his magic. His hair was a bright blue with grey blue gradients, now glowing as it fluttered softly in the faint wind. His magic swirls in his hands. 

Why was he dressed up like the whores my mother rejected back in the day. 

"Everyone, stay back!" He exclaimed, on defense. 

Before anyone could take a breather, a Strength Royal lunges towards the Enigma- went by the name of Valerie. She leaped across the tables that were in her way, charging like a bull seeing red. Her right arm supercharges with enhanced strength, greyish-cherry red blood runs through her veins, energy crackling through her fist. She blows her fist into its face. Instantaneously, it exploded, its face disperse into inky pieces.

However. Just when anyone thought it was done, the face reforms in seconds. The figure grabbed Valerie's arm with both hands, swinging her in circles until she richocheted into a wall. The force was so strong it created a ripple effect amongst the students & the Headmistress, causing them to fall back. 

Her vision was getting blurrier. She was dazed and confused. Her bones cracked faintly. But she was not ready for defeat. Valerie sprints towards the Enigma, blowing punch after punch. Yet to no avail, the figure just kept dodging it with little to no effort. It then striked a fierce punch to the nose, flinging Valerie into the air. 

She starts to stagger. She starts to lose consciousness. But stubborn as ever, she continued. How was this....creature, able to just block punches by THE Strength Heiress and cause her to LOSE CONSCIOUSNESS? Valerie shook it off. She staggered, then ran, ready to attack a still-standing Enigma. 

WHOOOOOOM~ 

Solar energy engulfes the both of them. Glowing bright yellow. It retracts Valerie from landing any more blows, clearly did not want to be restrained this way, while the figure just....stands there. This was the doing of Headmistress Ayla. Her eyes glimmered bright yellow, her sun hair floated upwards. As she lets go of Valerie, Valerie stumbles down, gasping for air. 

She then let go of me too. However, in an instant, a bubble, glittering & purple [Kill me already why do I see so much purple] traps me. Now this was the doing of that Head Guard just now most likely. 

"We got her!" Yelled Estelaria. The mortal guards ran in an orderly fashion, guarding the bubble. "Headmistress Ayla, we will take care of this as of now." 

She turns around, "Anybody hurt??" Estelaria grunts as the guards lift up Valerie from the ground. "Take her to the nurse, she needs medical assistance immediately!" 

Headmistress Ayla nods curtly. "Thank you Estelaria. Please, lock her up until we figure this all out. We must not let any other threats occur. You will interrogate her and find information on her whereabouts." 

"Understood, Headmistress," Head Guard Estelaria bowed slightly before taking me to God knows where. 

It's not like I can care any less. I will break out anytime soon. But as Father said, "Wait for my signal!! :3" 

Good grief is he irritating at times. 

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The cellar, despite being much cleaner than the dungeons back home, felt cold & sterile. There was a forcefield guarding the bars that will not let me out. A pair of guards stood outside my cell as I stared aimlessly at the ceiling. 

Elsewhere, the Headmistress was monitoring security in her office. CCTV, as it was called as I know from my knowledge, was placed in every crevice of this academy. Whatever shenanigans or tomfoolery any unwitty student was conjuring, most likely they could catch them in the act. 

One.

The cameras played like normal. Headmistress was sipping from her mug of coffee. 

Two. 

She glanced at the security. And- 

Three. 

 ERROR. 

SYSTEM CORRUPTED.

The Headmistress jumps out of her seat. The screen flickered profusely, a wave of static washing over the image. A high-pitched whine filled the air, growing louder, then abruptly cutting out. 

"HAAAAAA- AHAHAHHHHA-" a voice stuttered, the words garbled and distorted. The world lurched, a dizzying kaleidoscope of colors and distorted shapes occurs on the screens. 'Can...you...hear...me?' the voice rasped, each syllable a separate, jarring burst.

Father. 

"Sooooooooo....how was my daughter? Was she nice?? DID YOU GIVE HER NICE WELCOME???" The voice was crushed, like an 8-Bit game. 

This is King Purnama. Current ruler of the ???????????????????????????????????

Kingdom. Eccentric, as you can tell. This is my father. 

His black messy mane was all the way to his hips, adorned in gold, his crown was gold. His sash was gold. He appeared as a flickering hologram in the screens, calling through his mirror, most likely. His skin was a golden brown, though not noticeable as his projection was off a flickering black. The screens were all red. 

"Was this your setup?" Headmistress Ayla stumbled out. 

"Noooooooo.....Yes. Actually. But I had requested my daughter to carry out her education path herself! Since greedy nitpicks like you won't even let my own child have an education," His smile stretched beyond recognition. It was unsettling. "I thought it would be best to let her do it!~" 

Headmistress Ayla turns livid. "BY WRECKING THE SCHOOL?? Do you not understand what could have happened to those children?? Multiple guards- murdered. Everything is one inch away from ruin." 

"Your reputation is horrid already. What do you not get?" 

His smile fades. 

"Look. I merely have one request. Let my daughter attend your classes, and no one will be harmed anymore. Do so otherwise-" 

An illusion forms from King Purnama's hands, intricately forming the Sunnyside Royal Academy building, slowly but surely....tumbling down. The students in there, every single one of them, brutally gutted, fading away into dust. Last came the illusion of Ayla, who is then seen getting her head, ripped off...by him. 

"Everything will be destroyed." 

Headmistress quakes in fear. Her knees buckle, her eyes welling up. She could not say another thing before the projection goes off. 

"... What will I do." 

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WHISHH~

The sound of the forcefield faded away. The bars open up when one of the guards tap a card onto it, granting access to the cell. I suppose now this is when they start asking useless queries before making me go stay somewhere in a house so colorful I will vomit rainbows. 

"Head Guard Estelaria will like to escort you to the Interrogation Room," One of the mortal guards said in an almost smug-like tone. This one REEKS of feebleness. "Don't try anything funny now kid." 

The other guard gives him a look, elbowing his coworker. "Get up kid." 

The guard whips out these mechanical, high-tech, glove-cuffs...whatever they are from their pockets. They clung onto my skin harshly, engulfing the entirety of my hands. They then have the gall to grab my arms and pull me to the Interrogation Room. They drag me from direction to direction, endless halls of this underground facility we pass through. I stay obedient however. I'm curious as to how this will play out, to see whether or not my parents' predictions will happen.  

I find myself in front of a steel door. The guard standing next to my right, the douchebag one, pulls out that card once more, tapping what I presume is a sensor that allows for access to the rooms. This revelation showed me that this card is a key, it's important and definitely has the ability to unlock every room in this facility. Perhaps to the whole school even. 

Inside, Head Guard Estelaria sits upright in her chair. The two guards place me onto a chair in front of her, leaving me in here. 

"For years, I have never seen anyone. ANYONE. Break into this academy without getting caught immediately or not even attempting to do so. Yet here you are." She said. "Under the laws of Cora, you have committed; homicide, treason, property damage & security breach. How do you plead?" 

"Not guilty," I retorted. 

"This is a serious matter. Unless you tell us who you are and your purpose. We will not let you out scotfree." 

Unsurprising answer. 

"You do realise that I am able to slip out of these cuffs and tear your digestive system out of your flesh right?" I said, giving her a heads up. "Frankly, I do not think you would like to suffer the same fate as all your colleagues did." 

 Her pupils shrink at those words. Estelaria's finger that was tapping about 7 times throughout this whole conversation stops moving. 

"Listen here. In here, whether you were some teenager in over your head or an intruder or an actual societal threat. You lie, you die. Sooner or later, confessions will start to spew from you." 

We stare for about ten seconds in straight tension. I know she is serious but do you think I, out of all people will take her seriously? 

A sharp ring is heard. It comes from the earpiece Estelaria was wearing. She slowly stood up, focusing her attention onto the live message played out. "Hello?"

"Captain, the Headmistress....... zzzt...Screens.....He wants......zzzzttt..... give her the house.........Princess Aixa." 

Head Guard Estelaria just hung up. She froze in place. Her hand slowly moves back down, she turns around to face me. She was giving me the same look those other Royals gave me this afternoon. "And....you are...?" 

"Ah, I see you have found out about my identity." The cuffs fall right off my hands as I broke them in half. As practiced, I took a step back beside the chair, curtsy, bowing before the stunned woman. 

"Good evening miss. I am Princess Aixa of the Pure Power Kingdom. A pleasure to meet you."

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I have heard of this term called "whiplash" by a classmate at one point. The meaning of it is usually to describe the descent of emotions or occurance in a story & the constant change of tone in each chapter. 

To be fair, I completely understand how you would feel in a situation like that. The constant change of life events can be troubling. 

But when you are someone like me, you will realise that these times will eventually be over, before learning you have mastered the art of 'moving on.' 

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At that time, it was 9.28pm. Night has befallen, the tension cooled off. I traced my finger on the wall as I waited for further information. I hope this "house" is for me and me only.

Nobody else to bother me. Not after what must occurred. 

It took a while for them to set me a house but they instructed me:

"Near a hill, two lefts, three rights, go North then another left, lastly you will find your house." 

At this point please respectfully end your 60-year lifespan old hag.

Soon as they let me out, I followed the pathway to the house. I sigh, breathing in the fresh air. It was....much different from home. The air was p polluted, foggy, green over there. Here, on the other hand, was....clean. I was familiar with radioactive waters swarming the villages, instead, crystal clear water. Mutated insects or creatures skitter around the ground everywhere you walk. Here, there's only the sounds of grasshoppers chirping, the sight of fireflies surround me in its natural light. The grass is green. Actual green. Not 'I-suffered-a-wildfire-a-month-ago' green. 

I may not be used to it, granted, this is my FIRST time outside of my own home. Nevertheless, I do not mind this type of atmosphere. 

This house of mine was whimsical, like a fairytale.  It was like the architecture back in my Kingdom. A place like this was the common home structure commoners would reside in. With steeply sloped navy-blue roofs, charming dormer windows, and a tall turret capped with a lantern-like spire. The main structure was of a cream-color with pastel purple stonework forming the base, giving it a slightly mystical and alchemical vibe.

From what I saw, there was a semi-glass structure on the roof, supported by string lights and a railing, hints at a greenhouse or stargazing observatory—an area likely used for study, magic, or celestial observations.

The front porch is detailed with quaint benches, a lavender-hued door, and pastel support beams, inviting guests into its cozy interior. The yard is sectioned off with a delicate iron fence, enclosing a garden and walkway that curves warmly toward the entrance.

Cozy. I guess. 

I noticed at the porch, 3 bags were orderly placed in size were in front. That must be the bags Father was talking about. 

Each were labelled:

1) "CLOTHES" 

2) "BUGS, BLOOD & BOOKS" 

3) "DECORATIONS FOR YOUR ROOM" [This was the biggest bag.] 

I take the bags into my hand, lifting them up with ease. I walk towards the front door, my other hand taking the knob and opening it. The door creaks, it's hinges seemed like they just oiled recently but it had no effect on the hinges as it still produced that irritating sound. 

I peek inside. The lighting was dim, the living room was likely used today. A few snacks were out in the open. A few blankets over the couch. I spotted the last room at the end of the hall. That must be mine. 

I went into the room, unpacking my belongings as I meticulously organised my books, vials, etcetera before moving on to decoration. I must admit my father chose decent options for my room. One of the other things that's good he does outside of fucking my mom, plotting world domination & being an actual good ruler to the community. 

Hehehehe....

A giggle was heard. I brushed it off. 

Heheheheahaha... 

The faint giggles and hoarse whispers start growing louder. 

It grew. 

It grew. 

And it grew. 

And it grew even more until. 

"Hey newbie." 

I turn my head around to see a boy. Quickly I realised he was one of the Shadow Royals from this afternoon. There was a few actually, a brother and a sister and their cousin. It's the brother I'm conversing with at the moment. 

"You stirred some chaos out there this afternoon. I say, interesting person, I'm impressed," He grinned before it turned a bit strained. "The part where you nearly hurt my sister was....unacceptable. However you did catch my eye. What is your name, pray tell?" 

He extended a hand. 

I narrow my eyes at him. He is odd. I thought. 

"Princess Aixa." I shook his hand

"Prince Kieran, Shadow Royal." 

Whereas other Royals usually would scream "Stuckup Spoiled Brat" or "Basic", this man screamed of "Occult Aristocrat" & "Showman Of The Night." Deep purples and black dominate, with ivory skin contrasting starkly against the dark clothing. This time I do not mind the purple. 

He wears a tailored, deep-purple waistcoat jacket with buttons and a flared hem. His neck holds a Pentagram necklace, long, dramatic sleeves covered with his black coat. A flowing black overskirt cascades down from the waist.

 Black, lace-up boots rise to mid-calf, adorned with a lattice of silver or pale thread whilst atop his dark purple hair that covered his eyes, a deep violet hat rests there with black bead strings. To top it all of, he had a mischievous grin plastered on his face, making the look complete. 

Behind him is his cousin, Erebus. Not as fashionable however the other attributes to his appearance interest me. He was a literal shadow figure. With a hoodie, a beanie and a surprisingly calm look on his face as he glanced at me. 

"Kieran, is that the girl from just now?" He asked. 

"Yes it is Erebus. Yes it is." 

"Ooh new girl?" Another voice pops up. 

Now this person did not give a care in this world at ALL. They had a blue-white striped hat atop their white hair, a sun clip on the side. Their outfit consisted mainly white and a few different shades of yellow. Their expression was the least I expected when meeting me. 

"Hey." They said before turning away.

... "Uh-"

Kieran interrupted my speech, "That's just Ryla. They're an Emotion Royal, they're really chill. They do not give a shit AT ALL." He did that hand flap expression thing. 

"....can I go to sleep now." 

"Uh yeah sure, we will be talking soon however." Mischief glints in his face. Erebus walks behind him, waving at me before going off to bed. 

"...I am so confused." 

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3 days has passed by the time I was permitted to officially attend classes. As requested, I received my timetable, classes and study materials. 

During the 3 days, I holed up in my room. There was this feeling I could not shake off that the staff would not want me to come to school until further notice. 

[6.45am]

Aixa carefully tidied her hair. She neatly adjusted her collar as she flipped her hair to the side. Her right hand takes a pin in place as she used the sharp edge to slice of the rest of her hair, only leaving into shoulder-length. She pulls up her hair into a bun, piercing the pin through to keep it straight. The Princess admires her reflection for just a bit longer. She's tall, lithe and had that sort of hourglass figure. She holds her head high, contrasting with her hair, which feels heavy, semi-solid ink is long, sleek, black like wet paint that dripped slightly, curling solidly at the ends. Her clothing usually consisted of traditional Indonesian garments plus a few Victorian elements. This girl never smiles, well rarely, but its worse when she does. Today, she decided to wear a Kebaya-esque outfit from her mother- Lady Sadia. She found it packed neatly in a box inside the "CLOTHES" bag. 

Before I made my way, I was curious as to know if the other three had made it known of my current whereabouts to the rest in school. Since it was still early, judging from the soft sounds of dialogue outside my room, they were awake. 

Click-clack-click-clack: was the sound created from Princess Aixa's black heels. She spotted a hungry Erebus chomping on a stack of pancakes, Ryla using their phone & Kieran spritzing a pink perfume with the tag: "From: Mika." 

"Oh, you're awake already?" Kieran glanced my way. 

"Yes," I regained my posture, "You did not speak about my release from my cellar & that I will be attending classes today. Did you?" 

"Nope," Kieran replied back, "I ain't the type to do that, at least not often."

That grin appeared on his face again as he faced the living room mirror he was standing in front of. 

I was suspicious of him. An answer to a question like that tends to have malicious intent behind the facade. Despite this, I could not seem to conprehend the feeling that he was speaking the truth, that he was....interested in me, in some way. 

"Besides, you seem interesting. If I were to talk about you to others, I would merely mention your arrival here. Nothing much," Kieran chuckled darkly, tilting his head to the side. It was comical personally. This whole interaction. In my Core, I was aware, sooner or later, we would meet again. 

As if on cue, Erebus pops into the conversation. 

"Oh by the way, you want some pancakes?" He asked, mouth full with syrupy pancakes, his tone of voice was more calming & sweet (?, contrasting from the tone of voice from his cousin. 

There was a pause. 

...

"...Sure." 

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[7am] 

Princess Aixa left the house with a pancake in her hand, nibbling on it as she strolled down to Sunnyside. Her roommates told her she can go first, that they will see her there soon, not even offering a smidget of guidance for what may occur next the moment she enters.

Sounds of laughter, gossip and giggles filled the air. Everyone was in their own cliques, there were a few that kept to themselves. A dark red haired boy with orange highlights stood at a locker. His eyes were a brew of orange & red eyes. He wears a traditional red hanbok that covers a large burn scar to the right of his chest. There was two other girls huddling close to one another.

 One of them had blunt cut bangs out of darkish blue short hair. Her eyes were orange, tapering down to blue. She wears a modified scientists coat with a half skirt and legging esk pants, a scar on the right side of a face adorned with rectangular red glasses, and tan skin. A Separation Royal. She was gossiping with the other girl, a Luck Royal, akin to a leprechaun. Her hair was a short ginger cut, a green hat with clovers decorating her green-white striped sweater and jeans. Her outfit perfectly matches her personality alongside her vibes. And her light skin. The duo walked down the halls, pushing eachother playfully as their laughter ensues. 

A Time Royal walks behind them. Kali. She flips the hair of her chestnut bob streaked with yellow, a yellow scarf envelops her beige shirt, her hands in the pockets of a beige skirt. Her facial expression shouted "Don't bother me, periodt." 

Yet another Time Royal, his dyed red hair looked as if he shaved it with a blindfold on with absolutely no light in the room whatsoever. Grayish tan skin paints him all over, yellow eyeliner on the top of his eyes. His hair was not even dyed properly, a few yellow strands pop out. A rustic gold sash embellished with a particular pattern that symbolises clocks that dictate the times from all over the world is over his dark blue jeans. He guffawed at some ridiculous pranks he caught on his phone, his clock necklace swaying over his red & white striped shirt. 

"YO FALCON!! Check this out," He shoved the screen into his friend's face, to which it was shoved back. 

"Horace, please, that's enough!" 

A Fauna Royal- Falcon- scowls at Horace, his eyebrows narrowing at him. Gold glitter pops out of his dark skin & dark eyes. Slinged violet glasses hang on his indigo-purple hair, gold threads tied up his hair in a ponytail. Falcon's outfit was an assemblage of various shades of purple, tons of gold necklaces drap over him. A gold piercing on his eyebrow. Falcon carried a stack of books as he walked side-by-side Horace, his wrists were an exhibition of gold bangles & bracelets. His top had celestial moons, suns and star patterns all over. 

Behind them, little critters ran after Falcon. Squeals were heard from four girls passing by. A Fire Royal- Aurora- dressed in a sari, embellished with gold, all red and orange in colour. She seemed to have the stereotypical 'mean girl' personality that she hides behind a kind facade. 

Syneffa- A Cloud Royal- her hair was well...clouds. Her bright puffy dress, gloves differentiate with Celisa's looks- A Sound Royal. Her hair was dark blue at the edges, her dress sleeveless with floral patterns all over. 

In front of them, was the most unhinged woman you could ever encounter in your life. Amelia of Fabrication. Furious was an understatement when she almost tripped over those critters. Her eyes were boiling with rage, she looked like Medusa, about to turn a nonchalant Falcon into stone. 

"FALCON!!" The girls screeched in unison. Amelia being the loudest. 

"Sorry ladies, they love to run wild, like me~" He teased back at them. 

With all the crowds drowning in their own worlds, its easy to lose yourself in it, just tap out from reality. Aixa, however, could not float out from an uneasy gut. Rather than entering from the front door, she slithered behind the bushes, rushing through the cracks of the floor, every word & sound went over her head. 

It is moments like these you have to figure out what will be done next before acting. I could have reannacted by lovely entrance a few days ago. Or instead, I barge through the front door, strut down as all eyes lay on me in fear. 

She blends in with the shadows, following different directions to figure out this whole school, or at least parts of it as class would start anytime now. 

Yet...I never did. 

Apart from the awkward revelation such that I was two weeks late, so I was to sink myself into "Alchemy Basics 101" whilst every other feeble-minded maggot sharing the same facilities as I am are on a whole different chapter from me. 

Aixa stops in one dark corner. Near the Art room. 

The problem was that I could not consider what I should do next. 

This is the part where my parents would explain the rest of the steps & leave me to carry out. An example would be, "When you enter Alchemy class, don't knock, just appear. Listen attentively but do not be afraid to cause some more trouble if anyone bothers you." 

Even so, they are not here. They will not be...for...who knows how long. 

They will not be here. No. No. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no NO-

No. I should not be worrying over this. This trivial matter. 

Get over with it. Just go. Just go to class. 

Go

To 

Class. 

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[7.30am]

The Alchemy Room was filled with students flooding in. The bell had rang, signalling the start of the school day. 

Abundant in vials, chemicals & potions of all tyoes of corrosion. Each possible mixture could either become a wondrous spell or an exploding disaster if you are not careful. 

The 'mean girl clique' were next to eachother at their own tables. Maximus next to Helios, the Solar Heir. His appearance in terms of hair colour, skin & eyes were much like his aunt, Headmistress Ayla - whom was the caretaker for the other Solar Royals: Dale & Swan. Whereas Dale were lighter in terms of his yellow colour palette, Swan being the same as Ayla, in style more relaxed, Helios was refined. Posh. Uptight. A black coat over his ruffled white shirt that had an orange sleeveless top over it. Sun earrings, gold threads in his ankle-length braid accomplished the look of "dressing to impress." Despite the aura excudes off him, Helios was shooting daggers through his eyes, Maximus paid no mind however, instead, mentoring the other Royals in the class. Swan was in Maths, while Dale was in Alchemy, glancing at his cousin and felt slightly worried but brushed it off. He was with his friend Spinel. 

The Water Royal named River partnered with Zephyr.

"Hey Zephyr, uhh- You don't mind if I partner with you, right-"

"We are already partners. Since the first lesson," Zephyr cut him off. 

 River had short blue hair, olive skin, thick-rimmed black half-moon eyeglasses perch atop his nose. A blue sweater with striped blue, pink cuffs and a wave design that crosses the chest was the top part of his formal attire. He also had a cyan scarf he knotted around his waist, a pair of loose navy pants that end in set of blue boots decorated with teardrop designs below. 

His heel emblems are amorphous blobs of blue, resembling his element.

Whereas Zephyr, was more casual. Light beige skin alongside his short to medium-length dark brown hair (part of which is a white colour) plays with color of his grey eyes. A red jacket drapes over a black hoodie, its cuffs rolled up, and a black belt with a silver buckle. His shoes are red. His heel emblems are white cloud-like shapes. He also has black fingerless gloves, a V-shaped collar necklace, and paints his fingernails black.

The teacher in charge of this class was Ms. Helibe. The woman was slim, dirty blonde hair cascades down her shoulders, its ends streaked with both pink & a blue-purple. A turtleneck blue top adorns a pink pearl choker, grey jeans and brown boots. Her heel emblems were akin to Maximus', a swirly teal emblem. They were definitely related. 

"Ok, settle down class!" Ms. Helibe chirped, "I know you all are excited for today's lesson as we are finally working on creating our own potions!" 

Excited murmurs spill through the students. 

"As of now, we will be experimenting with this brand-new topic! Make the basic potion as usual, I recommend the 'Foam Creations' or 'Smoke' one best. You can follow other recipes, mix it up and BOOM!! You have created your own potion! We have learned multiple ways to create different concoctions, which chemical works with which, but in case you need assistance, I will be right there!!" 

While chatter grew instantly, a shy hand raises up from the left corner of the class.

"Ms Helibe?" A mysterious girl spoke up, chatter slowly dying as everyone looked towards her. "What if that...girl comes back?" 

...

silence. 

"O-Oh, great question Darcy," The teacher stammered. 

The Shadow Royal, Darcy, nods slowly at her. Her dark purple hair moved on its own, covering most of her face, she stared meekly down. This was Kieran's sister. 

"Okay. I know you all must have been...shooken up by the incident a few days back. I was recently informed of it, and whew- it shook me to my very Core. Nevertheless, we will continue lessons like normal & with the syllabus as well. I assure you all that it is under con-"

CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK. 

The door creaks open. 

Silence yet again. 

"I hope I was not interrupting anything," Said "girl" retorted. 

The students go into a panic, they whispered into eachother's ears:

"Is that the girl?!"

"No, i-i-it can't be!"

"I thought they said she was locked up-"

"WHY IS SHE HERE????"

Ms. Helibe was stunned. She did not process what had happened till she regained composure, "Everyone, c-c-calm done! I am sure the Headmistress uh- was about to announce this??" 

"Indeed she was supposed to," Princess Aixa glowered at Ms. Helibe

"You see, after a formal complaint written by a family member of mine, the Headmistress let me out of that hydrobolic cellar that you all stand on. Whilst you all played, spewed on about gossip, typing on those cellular devices talking about my appearance, I was slipping away from consciousness underneath. It was not until I was informed I could finally go to classes." 

A pause. 

"I hope we all have a wondrous time together."

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I will save this one for you. 

Ms. Helibe constantly stuttered throughout the lesson, I was put at the back of the class and as I did the experiment, it turned into an eldritch ink spirit [I used the Smoke potion as a base for this like most] and fogged up the whole class. 

The fire alarms triggered which caused the sprinklers to turn on. Leaving everybody drenched. 

The girl beside me however paid no mind. In fact, when she sensed the rain, she pulled out an umbrella from assumingly nowhere, serene about the whole ordeal. This girl was soon to become one of the biggest banes in my existence. The embodiment of love. 

Her name was Mary. 

Health Royal. Mary was everything I feared. I can excuse her fashion. I do adore frilly dresses. What I cannot excuse was how sickeningly sweet she was. 

Mary's dress was akin to a nurse's outfit. Her dress was of Lolita fashion, high white stockings and red shoes, from her head-to-toe, she was all red & white. Her skin was light tan. She looked like a strawberry shortcake as a human being.

I could care less that she was...

Aixa's eyes trailed down to Mary's hand, holding a cane. Back to her fully pale eyes. 

Unable to see the glory that was me. But did she no hear of what I have done? The murders of entire squads of guards? I literally set off that potion right next to her. 

Yet she stands next to me, umbrella over her head, nearly touching my chin [I am 10ft tall so there is your fun fact of the day], just...at peace with it. 

"Princess Aixa, is that correct?" Mary asked charmingly. "My name is Mary, its nice to meet you!"

Her gloved hand finds a way into mine, she shakes it lightly before giving it in a firm squeeze. 

"Mary?" 

"Mhm! That's me." 

"....why are you holding me like that." 

Mary's face shrinks, she soon let go of my hand.

"Oh, I-I'm so sorry! Are you not comfortable with physical touch? Or are you nervous? Because I COMPLETELY understand how you feel," she gushed skittishly. "You know, all those rumors about you? I don't believe them." 

"I know I don't, know you-know you, but I do think you seem really nice. Everyone always has bad things to say about someone."

The sprinklers start to slow down, the water trinkling. I glanced around, I assume no teachers had, or will spot us here now. Most likely they evacuated outside or in the cafeteria. 

"I-I...I see." 

... Gods below & above my composure just faltered. 

"Oh that's great to hear! Anywhoooooo, since from what I know, you were not here for the first 2 weeks of school, I'll bake you a WHOLE batch of strawberry shortcake cupcakes!! I baked a bunch for everyone here the first week, but this is special!" 

Why is she just saying this so casually. 

"But uh, I gotta go, I need to go for the other classes. I'll see you there though," Mary patted by arm lightly. And just like that she was skipping away into the next class. 

I do not understand. I have met multiple Royals 'okay with me.' ME. Ryla. Erebus. Kieran. Now Mary. 

What in the name of all things grotesque & unholy is occurring to me? I should be able to move on now but this...whatever it is, keeps bugging me. I do not understand. Do I just go to the next period now? Magic Basics, was it? Okay, I see. It is either that or I get sent to the Headmistress' office for something purely foolish such as "misconduct of magical chemicals." What is happening. \What is happening. What is happening. 

Aixa's face flushed a black hueish blush, she leans against the wall. Her hands grip her face. For what may be the first time this happened, Aixa...actually faltered. Not from losing a battle, or earning her true love or bullshit like that. Just by the mere act of kindness shown from Mary & the unbothered reactions to her roommmates. 

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The rest of my first day barely crossed the line of decent. 

During Magic Basics, Ms. Arcadia - another Sorcery Royal - kept glancing at me as she barely attempted to conceal her fear when teaching. Aurora got up to show a Fire spell called "Phoenix," smiling proudly as students gasped in awe.

Show-off. 

Core Resistance does not seem to egregious. However, the teacher- Mr Topaz of Crystal- made me sit at the back & did not let me partcipate. It was either he too felt some fear or he ignored me. He seemed too tired for this. 

We had a free period but I did not bother to do anything. 

Finally came Lunch. Mary had requested I meet her at her table, she had made time to make me a batch of her strawberry shortcake cupcakes that shall be handed to me. I was still not used to her, however, it will be a shame to turn down this pitiful girl's offer. 

Aixa made her way to lunch. Her heels clicked-&-clacked against the floor, a hanuting sound to most. Students who chatted and walked by her scurried away from her, clearing a path for in an instant. 

At least they have some decency for space. 

Princess Aixa remarked sarcastically. 

The Lunch Hall was packed. It was nothing short of majestic chaos. Towering archways, marble architecture framed the enormous space, Long, polished tables of oakwood for big groups, smaller ones for smaller groups to sit together or to eat alone. Laughter, shouting, and arguing echoed throughout the Hall- an unruly symphony of teenage royalty.

In every direction, there was someone who was:

- Practicing magic, especially on their food

- Arguing about who stole their cookie

- Laughing over failed food experiments (*cough cough* Blaze *cough*) 

- Or just eating like a normal person

Each Kingdom had their own dishes, and every single one was served here in Sunnyside's cafeteria. 

From Fire's burning hot mains to Water's refreshing fruit desserts, arrays of various foods were served by Head Chef Noemia of the Taste Kingdom. It was a rainbow or eye-soring colors, diversity shown through the act of cooking, impeccable flavours that left students salivating for seconds. To Princess Aixa however, it was the complete opposite feeling. 

She stood there, staring at the buffet, then at Chef Noemia, then at the students gobbling it down, then at the buffet, then at Noemia, then at the students, so on & so forth. 

"This is..." Princess Aixa mumbled, "Disgusting." 

I knew my priority was to look for that Mary, and yet I could not take my eyes off this...repugnance of culinary culture. 

So agonisingly vibrant. So exuciactingly gross.

Just then, at the corner of her eye, Aixa found Mary in the top right corner of the cafeteria. Mary carefully propped herself onto the bench. She placed her cane down before rummaging through her bag, grabbing ahold of a big Tupperware. The plastic box was filled. Mary whistled a tune as she opened the lid, revealing freshly baked strawberry shortcake cupcakes. The scent was immaculate, strawberries propped on top of cream frosting that sat on the vanilla cupcake. Red cupcake holders hold the baked goods in place, all were arranged in about two rows neatly, there were about 6 cupcakes in there. 

Princess Aixa sauntered towards Mary, adjusting the bust of her dress with her fingers. She regained her composure, simultaneously facing only Mary whilst avoiding 100% eye contact with any students she walked past. Uneasy whispers scitter amongst students. The class clowns shut their mouth when Aixa passed by. The quiet kids look up at her. The gossipers abruptly stop talking. 

Princess Aixa then reaches Mary's table. Obviously she will not notice her, so Aixa gently lingered a touch on her hand, which alarmed Mary. 

"Huh, who was that??" Mary turned her head in different directions. 

"You wanted to see me, Princess Mary?" Aixa cocked her head to the side. "I see you have the...assortment of pastries you had brought my attention to this morning." 

The color was not as bad as the cafeteria meals. The taste....I was not as sure. 

Mary gasps loudly, facing the direction of Aixa's, a pleasant smile grew on her face. 

"Princess Aixa!! I'm so glad you came!" Princess Mary beamed, "You are just in time, because I had baked the batch I promised you during Alchemy during free period and- AHHH!- I'm so excited for you to try!" 

I stare at the cupcakes. Hopefully I will like it. 

"Of course. I will take one and try." 

I was not used to color, or sweet things. Usually when I consume food, it was dark in different color tones, was either extremely spicy, extremely savoury or sweet but only if it was slightly bitter. 

Might I add, I don't exactly have any. Organs I mean. 

As a being of magic, I function without any, no brain, no organs, no reproductives. I am anything but "normal." In this situation, food goes in my 'blood', are alternatives for me to snack on & are merely done for social norms. Still, I can taste, I can feel, I can see, I can hear, I can touch. But right now I do not want to bring about these facts to Mary. A thing like her will be disheartened to know I will not be able to consume her creations. 

Princess Aixa takes a cupcake with her thumb and middle finger. She delicately removed the casing with her long, thin fingers before taking a big bite, till finished.

She chewed, and she chewed, and she chewed....until....

"Mary, would you excuse me, I have to take a trip to the restroom. I will be back." 

"Oh that's alright! I'll wait for you here!~" 

I walked off. And as soon I was out of sigh of the canteen I sprinted to the bathroom. No, I did not need to remove excess waste after consumption. I do not even need to do that ever. I went here so Mary cannot see me like this. 

BLEAUURRGGGHHHH!!!

Princess Aixa clutches the toilet seat, kneeling down as the remnants of the whole chewed cupcake were now in the toilet. The sound of her vomiting echoed throughout the stall. Luckily no one else was here to see the Pure Power Heiress puking with such intensity.

She chokes. HEEURRAGHHH!!- 

She reaches for the button, coughing, pressing it as her vomit flushes down into the drain. She gasps intensely, sucking in the fresh air. Princess Aixa wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She opens the door, curtly striding to the sink. When the tap begins to run water, she dumps it onto her face, without a care of the splashes she made. Princess Aixa exhales. Looking into her reflection. She leaned down slightly, her being 10ft tall was not always that helpful. Her semi-solid hair was a mess, her black lipstick was smudged slightly. She looks down to see a spider, crawling towards her. She picks it up before throwing it into her mouth, munching on it before she sighed of relief. That crunchiness & savoury taste she missed. 

"The cupcake was not for me," she huffed, "Much...too sweet."

Her face did not show it, it was more of a stunned & unblinking reaction, but a sense of remorse could be seen through those eyes. 

"My apologies...Mary." 

Thunk, thunk, thunk! 

A knock was heard from outside. 

"Princess Aixa? Are you in there?" It was Mary. Her voice was muffled but Aixa was able to make of the words. 

"You've been in there for a while now, is your stomach cramping or anything?" Mary gasps, "Is...Aunt Flo with you right now?" 

Princess Aixa sniffs, rubbing her temples. "No, I was...feeling uneasy." 

Outside, Princess Mary narrows her eyes, "Why is that?" 

"It is my first day here. The food I had laid eyes on made me feel sick. Your cupcakes were...fine. Despite this, I could not help but feel the need to refresh myself. Gather my composure, before I go back." 

Technically, it was a lie. I was not wrong about the cupcakes however. 

"Well, if you ever feel really bad or sick, you can always ask me for help. You seem really nice and I do not want you to feel bad about not looking for help,"

Mary spoke thoughtfully, leaning her head against the door, her gloved palm feeling the smooth wood of the door, her other hand holding her walking cane. 

Princess Aixa nods. She starts to fix up her hair, retying it before pinning it with her gold needle pin. She wipes her lipstick aside. Her gaze returning back to the cold, unbothered look.

"That is true." 

She walks to the door, turning the knob as it opens. Princess Mary backs up, before that smile returns to her face as she awaits the presence of a slightly disheveled Aixa.

Princess Mary speaks up, "So, since Lunch is probably gonna end soon, you wanna walk with me to the next class?"  

She extends a hand to Aixa, signalling she would like to initiate the contact of holding hands. 

Princess Aixa stifles, "Is this not, a bit forward?" 

Princess Mary merely replies, "Well, I'd like to hold hands with my new friend, new friend," she giggles. 

Princess Aixa's eyes dart to Mary then down to her hand. She hesitates, slowly taking her hand, as their fingers touch Aixa could not comprehend it all. It's her first day, can you blame her? Holding hands with a Royal she just met? That's a bit much, isn't it? As long as nobody else sees this, it will be fine-

"Attention all students, please evacuate to the back of the school, this is an intruder alert-" 

"What?!" 

"What." 

The duo exclaimed. 

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The sirens blare throughout the speakers. 

Princess Aixa & Princess Mary turned their heads as the announcement repeated in terror-struck confusion. 

"Attention all students, please evacuate to the back of the school, this is an intruder alert-" 

- Over & over. 

"Princess Aixa, WHAT IS HAPPENING???" 

Princess Aixa turns to face a terrified Mary, her soft touch turns firm as she gripped Mary by her hand, to keep her close whilst her figures out the danger. If things go south, Aixa would be able to keep her safe. Not like she actually cared about this Royal she just met today?.... Right? 

"Mary, hold my hand tight," Aixa instructed Mary. 

Mary, whom trusted Aixa, gripped her hand back, nodding. "O-O-Okay," she sucked in a sharp breath of air. Despite her trembling, she had a feeling it would all be okay somehow. Her new friend would be there for her.  

The two ran carefully to the source of the intrusion, the echoes frightened students grew louder. The dim lighting from the area they were in just now grew brighter & brighter. Soon they found themselves on a balcony near the cafeteria, the view of other students near lower balconies rushing to see the scene are more apparent now. Royals like Horace and Demi recorded the scene, alarmed Royals like Crescenta; Hazel; River & Zephyr or Kaori (A Scent Royal) & Dosia (A Reflection Royal), huddle close. A few were curious & calm at the sight, like Kieran & his sister Darcy. 

"More intruders?!" 

"Oh God no-" 

"Dosia, stay close to me-"

"OH FUCK-"

 Whilst Royals like Glacier, Blaze & Aurora whispered amongst one another, Aixa looked down to see three figures surrounded by mortal guards. 

The three figures in question stood their ground, on defense for the oncoming guards about to fight. The first one on the left had a short, Spider Black bob with choppy bangs, adorned with two deep red bows tied neatly on either side. Her large, expressive black eyes shimmered with highlights & rage as she pulls out a dagger, pointing threateningly at a guard. There were teardrop-like markings underneath her eyes. 

She wore dark, elegant long-sleeved coat with a rich maroon skirt peeking underneath. The outfit has lacey, frilled detailing and a high waistline, gloves matching the dress’ deep tones, adding a Victorian elegance. Black veins pulse, visible on her neck, reaching her face, signalling her slowly activitating her magic.

The second one in the middle was more terrified than the the other two. Long, flowing white hair cascades past her waist, with a gentle wave and an elegant front lock slightly curled back. Pale ice-blue eyes shrink at the sight of swords pointed at her by the guards. She had no weapon on her, only having the other two to protect her.

Her dress was a delicate pastel ensemble blending soft blue and white hues, featuring floral accents, puffed sleeves, a layered ruffled skirt, and a detailed apron-like overlay adorned with dots and lace. At her neck, a prominent round blue necklace matches the gentle allure of her appearance. She however was crouched slightly in fear, eyes darting around for an escape. 

The third one on the left was ready to murk everyone in her way. She had neater bangs, her hair was a Void Black shade, her long hair was braided all the way to her kneecaps, her crazed eyes lock with the guards, her sword ready to swing. She had pieces of Iron armor on, the pauldrons (shoulder armor); her lower arms engulfed in the iron, leaving her fingers shown and her calves all the way to her toes were in iron high boots. The armor donned the dark velvet fabrics she wore, gold trimmings as the patterns on her top & chopped skirt. 

The third one immediately swings her sword, clanging with the guards' as she gets into offense. She cackled insanely, kicking a guard down and its off with his head as she swiftly chopped it off. The first one leaps from the ground, in midair, she throws her dagger into the head of a guard & lands onto him, pulling the dagger out. Blood spurts out in an instant, the attacker charging through the rest of the guards, dagger moving at the speed of light as it meets the faces of each guard. The second one tried to run, but in an instinct, her hands met a sword, her hands transformed into claws, black gradient grows on her arms. 

Her gaze turns more animalistic as she pushes the guard away. She charges towards him, her Core becomes stronger, her hair turns blacker and so does her eyes. Her hands claw at the guard's armor, she tears through his underclothes, and dug into his skin, blood splatters on her face. She tore through his organs. His spleens were on the ground. The last thing that guard saw was this scared girl murdering him brutally. 

The third one continues to swing her sword. She blocks the guards' attacks effortlessly, her braid swings in sync as she dodges. She finds a weak spot in the armor, revealing a small crack so vulnerability, before she chopped their necks, not fully but just enough for them to die slowly. 

"CAN'T CATCH ME HOES!!" She cackled. 

On the high balcony Aixa & Mary were on, Mary confused by what is happening, turns to Aixa.

"Aixa, what do you see? What is happening??" She asked, trembling, her grip on Aixa tightening as her other arm holds onto Aixa's. 

"I see...." 

She paused. As Aixa vision slowly clears, her eyes widened.

"Dear Cora." 

Princess Aixa slowly lets go Mary's hand, her arm slips out. Mary was confused as of right now, trying to find Aixa's arm.

"Aixa, what are you doing-"

"Mary, whatever you do. Stay put. I will be back." 

"Wait WHAT-"

WHOOOSHH!!!

Princess Aixa steps foot on the railing, her hand on the side. She lunges forward, sprining into the air. The leap was dramatic, it was like watching an action movie scene in slo-mo. 

"IS THAT AIXA?????"

"WHAT IS HAPPENING-" 

Gasps were heard from the crowds of students as Aixa made her entrance into the battle. Midair, Aixa spins in a circle, her right arm instantaneously transform swiftly into a tentacle larger than Princess Aixa herself. She swerves her enormous tentacle arm, targeting the mortal guards. With one move, she pummeled the swarm of guards into a part of the school. The three girls caught off-guard by this. The walls crumble, the guards disoriented & injured. She lands elegantly onto the tiles, she transform her arm back to normal, dusting off her outfit. 

The three girls whip their heads towards Aixa, their eyes turn comically enormous when they meet her gaze. 

"*GASPS* AIXAAAAAA!!!!!!!" The three girls screeched in unison. The first one however, was incoherent in her speech. Instead it sounded like "Aeiaaa."

"Cousins," Aixa rasped. 

The trio squeals in delight, sprinting towards Aixa, tackling her in a hug. 

"I can't believe it!!" The second one cried out. 

Ayano. 

"We're finally here!!" The third one sobbed, hugging her older cousin. While the first one nodded in agreement. 

Yuna. Circe. 

My cousins are here. 

And thus, the four of them embrace eachother in a warm hug, laughing, crying, just a bit. Aixa didn't show it, granted, she was not the best with feelings, she was just glad she will be with familiar faces in this academy. They were relieved. 

Everyone else, not so much. On top of the highest balcony, the staff stare in horror at the massacre & the girls. Headmistress Ayla's mouth agape. Her hands tremble, gripping tighter on her cane, then- 

SNAP! 

Ms. Helibe, whom was standing next to Ayla, stuttered:

"H-Headmistress...what will we do??"

"...I do not know, Ms. Helibe."