I blinked awake, the dawn’s soft glow slipping through the curtains and brushing against my face. Tat was there beside me, her dark hair tousled against the pillow, lips slightly parted as she slept. This was our sanctuary, even if the world outside couldn’t know. I reached out, fingertips grazing her cheek, savoring the quiet moment before the chaos of the day. She stirred, those familiar green eyes opening, meeting mine with a sleepy smile. 

“Morning, beautiful,” she murmured, reaching for me. It was all I needed. Our lips met, a sweet, lingering warmth spreading through me as I wrapped my arms around her. She was everything steady in this world—every bit of strength, every bit of softness I craved. Moments like these made the strange turn my life had taken feel real, grounding me more deeply than any spell ever could.

We kissed, lost in each other, until Tat finally pulled back, her forehead resting against mine. “Lily,” she said, her voice a little more serious, “How are you feeling about the duel today?”

I sighed, lying back against the pillow as I considered it. “If I can get close enough to touch her, Alara’s done for,” I replied, confidence lacing my words. “It’s a simple plan, but it should work. And if she’s so distracted by herself, maybe she won’t even see it coming.”

Tat chuckled, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. “Alara’s got ego, I’ll give her that,” she said, the amusement in her eyes tinged with a bit of worry. “I just don’t want her underestimating you to be her advantage. I don’t think she’s the type to go easy on anyone, especially if she thinks it’s her birthright to win. Also, she hates you.”

A flicker of doubt twisted In my stomach, but I pushed it down. “Don’t worry about me,” I assured her, my hand finding hers. “It’s you I’m more worried about. We don’t really know much about her brother. I mean his Affinity was fire and light right? That’s different than his sister’s wind and fire. Also isn’t light supposed to be strong? ”

Tat rolled her eyes, but a little smile played on her lips. “Well if you had been paying attention you would know light magic is more of a support type of magic like healing and stuff. He might be super aggressive with his fire like her though, their fire walls yesterday looked around the same intensity. But I’ve been practicing manly water so I should be fine. ” she answered, her tone light. “And if you’re cheering me on, there’s no way I can lose.”

My heart softened at that, and I leaned in, kissing her once more, savoring the feel of her fingers laced in mine. “Then I’ll be there, screaming my lungs out if I have to,” I promised, pulling her close.

We spent a few more minutes like that before finally getting up, the warmth lingering between us as we prepared for the day.

Tat and I made our way to the dining hall, the room already filled with the buzz of academy excitement. Seems as though most classes were having their own class duels. As we looked for a seat, I spotted a familiar face waving us over: Seráphina, the resident bookworm, with her thick-rimmed glasses perched low on her nose and an eager, expectant grin. She was our friend, I supposed—or rather, she was the one who decided she’d be our friend whether we wanted her to or not. We slid into the seats across from her, and she barely let us settle before launching into a breathless chatter.

“Alright, you two, strategies for today?” she asked, her eyes flicking between us like we were the most interesting research specimens she’d come across in years. I couldn’t help but laugh, glancing at Tat, who just shrugged with an amused smile.

“Straightforward for me,” I replied. “Get close to Alara, use my skills, and she’ll be conceding before she even realizes it.”

Seráphina nodded curiously. “Interesting so you don’t seem to be all that frightened. Whatever this skill of yours is I’m excited to see it.”

I smirked. “Oh you will love it.” I replied. Although I hope she doesn’t see it. I will use a smoke shield so no one really knows what I do. 

“Who’s your opponent, Seráphina?” Tat asked, and I noticed a flicker of mischief cross Seráphina’s face.

“Jessica,” she said, a little too casually, and Tat and I shared a surprised look. Jessica, our old would-be friend, had cut ties with us to side with Alara, likely hoping for some social climbing or favor. Strange, seeing her on the other end of Seráphina’s calculating gaze.

Seráphina straightened. “Jessica’s strong, sure, but her mind isn’t exactly… sharp. It’s not about strength in this kind of duel, anyway. All I have to do is get her out of the ring.”

Before we could reply, Jessica appeared, her face a mix of guilt and hesitation. I raised an eyebrow, half-expecting an apology, but her first words took me by surprise. Also, we froze seeing how we were just talking about her. But her unsure nature quickly calmed us. 

“Alara asked me to ask you…” she started, her voice uncertain, “…to consider forfeiting. She wants… someone else to duel her, someone more… challenging. There will be Guild patrons…”

A chill ran through me, but I managed to keep my tone even. “Are you serious?”

Jessica nodded, her gaze shifting. Tat squeezed my arm, holding me back as my hands clenched. “Fuck no!” I replied coldly. Getting a frightened flinch from Jessica. She turned around sharply and retreated. 

Jessica had barely turned away when I saw Alara herself approaching, her regal posture somehow both practiced and unbearably smug. With her golden curls framing her face and that slight, superior tilt to her chin, she strode over with a kind of confidence that bordered on arrogance. Her gaze fell on me, icy and dismissive, as if I were something she’d stepped on.

“Oh, how quaint,” she drawled, crossing her arms. “I should have known you wouldn’t be smart enough to back down, Inept.”

I bit back the urge to snarl something unwise and met her stare levelly. “Backing down isn’t really my style. If you’re looking for someone to forfeit, you’ll have to search elsewhere.”

Her laugh was a sharp, bitter sound, echoing around the hall. A few heads turned, curiosity sparked by the brewing tension between us. “Of course, it’s not. You’re too busy trying to prove yourself, aren’t you? Like some street rat clawing at scraps, desperate to be noticed.”

The Insult landed, though I managed to keep my face neutral. Tat, however, looked ready to leap across the table and knock the haughtiness out of Alara. I placed a calming hand on her arm, feeling her muscles tense beneath my touch. 

“What’s wrong, Alara? Afraid of a little challenge?” I shot back, my voice cool, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing any anger. “If you’re so powerful, you shouldn’t be worried about a ‘street rat’ like me.”

Her eyes narrowed, a flash of something dangerous in their depths. “Challenge?” She laughed again, shaking her head. “This isn’t a challenge, Lily. It’s a charity. A waste of my time.”

“Then why are you here wasting it?” I asked, smirking. Her mouth twitched at that, and I felt a small victory bloom in my chest. I wasn’t going to let her intimidate me, no matter how much she tried to flaunt her status and power.

“I was being charitable before but now you’re starting to annoy me. This is now an order from royalty, step down so that I may have a more compatible opponent. Or I will have to take you down here and now.” She raised her hand and an aura of fire encased them like she was wearing gloves made of flames. 

I jumped up from the table in response raising my fists into a boxing state ready to dodge if she really did anything. 

Before Alara could initiate any combat, Tat stepped forward, her voice steady but laced with restrained fury. “How about we settle this with a bet?” we both froze and looked at her. 

Alara raised an eyebrow, interest piqued. “A bet?”

Tat nodded. “If Lily wins, you leave us alone for the rest of the school year. No more petty insults, no more sabotaging attempts to make her life harder. You’ll pretend we don’t exist. And along with that we will stay away from you.”

Alara let out a slow, mocking clap, her eyes alight with amusement. “ Boring! And if I win?”

“Name your terms,” I said, maybe a bit too confidently. I wasn’t about to let her think she had any upper hand over me.

Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “If I win, you’ll admit you’re nothing more than the dirt beneath my shoes. And from that day on, you’ll serve me—my personal maid, ready to obey my every Whim. After we graduate from this place, you will revoke your citizenship and freedoms and become my slave.”

Tat’s eyes widened, and she quickly turned to me, alarmed. “Lily, that’s too far. You can’t agree to this.”

But I was already smiling, a confidence settling over me, despite the dangerous stakes. I held Alara’s gaze, refusing to look away. “Deal,” I replied, each syllable carrying the weight of a promise. “But don’t get too comfortable, Alara. I don’t plan on losing.”

Alara’s laugh was cold and triumphant, like she’d already won. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. Let’s just hope you’re practiced with your cleaning skills.” She spun on her heel, her cloak flaring out behind her as she sauntered away, satisfaction radiating off her.

Tat watched her go, then turned back to me, worry creasing her brow. “Lily… what were you thinking? If you lose, she’ll make your life miserable.”

I shrugged, trying to mask the uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my resolve. “I won’t lose, Tat. I can’t. She may have strong magic, but so do i.”

“Oh?” Seráphina piped up from her seat, her eyes glinting with a mix of skepticism and excitement. “And what’s that, Lily? A trick up your sleeve? Some hidden spell?”

I glanced back at Tat, my smile returning. “You’ll see,” I replied, not entirely sure myself. But I knew one thing—letting Alara win wasn’t an option. And whatever it took, I’d make sure that victory was mine. 

Seráphina chuckled, shaking her head. “Just remember, fire burns. I hope you’ve got a way to keep from turning into charcoal.”

With that, we finished breakfast, though the food had lost some of its flavor, replaced by the simmering anticipation for the battle to come.

The tension In the classroom was thick, pressing down on us like an invisible weight. Everyone was uncharacteristically silent, their eyes darting from the professor’s empty desk to each other, a quiet nervousness simmering beneath the surface. I could practically feel the collective anxiety rolling off everyone, my own heart pounding in rhythm with it. Tat sat beside me, her hand wrapped tightly around mine, but neither of us said a word. It was as if any sound might shatter the careful stillness we were all holding onto.

When Professor Morrigan finally entered, her footsteps echoed in the silence, and a faint, pleased smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she observed our silence. “Well, well,” she said, folding her arms with a slight smirk. “It’s good to see you all taking this seriously.”

She let her gaze sweep across the room, her eyes hardening. “Today, you’ll be showcasing the skills you’ve trained for. These duels are designed to test your abilities, but let me be perfectly clear—while I expect intensity, there will be consequences if any of you are reckless enough to cause loss of life.” Her tone softened, though only slightly. “Duels are dangerous, yes. But if you can’t control your power, you aren’t fit to wield it.”

I glanced around the room, noticing a few of my classmates shifting uneasily, exchanging wary glances. Some looked pale, others determined. Then, as if on cue, the doors opened once more, and a group of about ten people entered, each dressed in sharp, professional attire. They carried clipboards and notepads, their expressions focused and assessing.

“These are your patrons,” Professor Morrigan announced, gesturing toward the newcomers. “Scouts from the Imperial Army, various guilds, and royal advisors. They’ll be watching closely, looking for talent to recruit or support. If you impress them, you may find a future with a role or a job waiting for you by year’s end.”

The gravity of her words settled over us. I felt Tat’s grip tighten around my hand, her determination radiating through the touch. Then, with a sweep of her hand, the professor transformed the classroom. Walls shifted and stretched, desks folded into the floor, and in their place appeared a vast coliseum arena, with us all seated around its edges. It felt like being inside a massive stadium, the ground below stretching out into a battlefield at least the size of a football field, ringed with towering stone seats.

In the center, a raised stone platform stood, about seven feet off the ground, a perfect stage for the duels. Professor Morrigan stood at its center, looking as stern and poised as ever. She raised her voice, her words reverberating through the space. “First duel,” she announced, her tone unwavering. “Idris Valora and Tatiana Meslini.”

The breath caught In my throat. This was it. The time had come.

Tat gave my hand one last squeeze, her fingers lingering for a moment, a silent promise exchanged between us. Then, she stood, her chin held high as she walked down the stone pathway toward the platform. Idris Valora, the prince himself, emerged from the opposite end, his presence commanding, his aura sharp and magnetic. He was strikingly handsome, I couldn’t deny that. If I were… well, if I were into men, I’d probably be swooning. But that wasn’t me. I could still appreciate the charisma he exuded, though.

As Tat and Idris faced each other across the platform, silence descended. Every eye was trained on them, every breath held in anticipation. The professor raised her hand, signaling the start of the duel.

Tat wasted no time, raising her hands and casting a wall of water that surged forward, a glistening barrier racing across the platform. Her intention was clear: push him off the edge before he had a chance to retaliate. But Idris just smirked, not even moving as the water surged toward him. With a flick of his wrist, a shimmer of heat radiated around him, and flames roared to life, covering him like a second skin. The water evaporated before it could even touch him, the remnants splashing against an invisible barrier surrounding the platform.

Undeterred, Tat called more water to her side, shaping it into translucent armor that clung to her body, rippling and shifting like liquid steel. Idris watched her, amusement flickering in his eyes, as if he found her efforts quaint.

“You don’t know anything about me, do you?” he said, his voice smooth, laced with condescension.

Tat’s brows furrowed in confusion, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she lunged forward, her watery armor glinting in the light as she charged him head-on, determined to close the gap.

In a single, fluid motion, Idris raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning shot from his fingertips, striking Tat square in the chest. Her armor disintegrated instantly, the water evaporating in an explosion of steam. Tat crumpled to the ground, motionless.

A scream ripped from my throat before I even realized it. “Tat!” I was on my feet, jumping down to the arena, my mind blank with panic. I skidded to her side, pressing my ear to her chest, listening—straining—desperately hoping to hear her heartbeat.

Nothing. Cold silence.

“She’s… she’s dead…” The words barely escaped my lips, my vision blurring as panic clawed at me. “No… no…”

Idris approached, his face pale, his expression somewhere between shock and regret. “I didn’t mean—she used water, and I…”

“Stay away from her!” I shouted, my hands trembling as I turned to him, my voice raw with fury and fear. But he didn’t listen. He shoved past me, kneeling beside Tat, his hands hovering over her chest.

“Move!” he snapped, his tone urgent, and before I could protest, he pressed his hands against her heart, murmuring a spell under his breath. Tat’s body jolted, her back arching as a gasp tore from her throat, her chest heaving as she sucked in air.

Relief flooded me, but it was tinged with a dark, simmering anger. Idris looked at me, his expression apologetic, though his tone was maddeningly casual. “I’m sorry. My magic is… unpredictable against water users. She should’ve known better.”

Professor Morrigan approached, her face unreadable. “Victory to Idris Valora. And commendations for his restraint and quick action.” She looked at me, a subtle warning in her eyes. “Lily, return to your seat. Your… sister will be seen to.”

I rose, every step back to my seat heavy with resentment. Tat was alive, but something dark had settled inside me—a simmering rage, a hatred I hadn’t felt before. No one really cares about us here. Idris said sorry but he didn’t mean it. And Professor didn’t even care. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god. Tat just almost died and I watched. 

After Tatiana’s battle she was carried off by some staff members to the infirmary and the duels continued in steady succession as though nothing happened, each student stepping up to the platform with a mix of determination and nerves. The patrons observed intently, occasionally jotting down notes, their expressions unreadable yet somehow intimidating. Every duel became a chance to impress or falter under their watchful eyes.

“Cassian Dunewood and Veron Raventhorne,” Professor Morrigan called out.

Cassian, a wind user, was wiry and serious, his gaze sharp and focused. Veron, a water user, approached the platform with a casual confidence, his stance relaxed but his eyes holding a glint of intensity. As the professor signaled the start, Cassian immediately summoned a strong gust, trying to catch Veron off guard. But Veron reacted smoothly, casting a shimmering veil of water that curved around him like a shield, absorbing the impact of Cassian’s wind.

Cassian attempted to intensify his attack, but Veron countered by redirecting the water into a high-pressure stream, slicing through Cassian’s gust and sending him stumbling. In a swift, fluid movement, Veron raised a wall of water behind Cassian, catching him off balance and pushing him out of the ring. The match ended almost as quickly as it had begun.

“Victory to Veron Raventhorne,” Professor Morrigan announced, a hint of respect in her tone. Veron returned to his seat with a satisfied nod, clearly pleased with his performance.

The next duels showcased a mix of affinities and tactics. Ariadne Drakestone, with her vibrant red hair and fierce demeanor, took the stage next. A fire user through and through, she needed only a single wave of intense flames to overwhelm her opponent, who yielded almost immediately. Without so much as a glance at the patrons, Ariadne returned to her seat, her expression one of complete disinterest.

Then there was Thorne Greyfell, a water and wind user, who faced off against a more powerful fire user. Thorne struggled at first, but with a clever tactic of mist and diversion, he managed to unseat his opponent. He returned to his seat visibly relieved, though Professor Morrigan’s nod of approval was almost imperceptible.

Finally, Professor Morrigan called out, “Seráphina Skye and Jessica Emerald.”

Seráphina rose from her seat, adjusting her glasses with a confident smirk. Jessica followed more hesitantly, her shoulders hunched as she approached the platform, her long brown hair pulled back in a messy braid. I could see the nerves etched across her face, and I felt a pang of sympathy. This duel wasn’t just a battle; it was a confrontation of past friendships and present alliances.

The professor signaled the start, and Seráphina wasted no time. With a sharp, precise motion, she summoned a thick wall of earth from the ground, its surface rough and cracked, looming between her and Jessica. Smirking, Seráphina extended her hand, pushing the wall forward like a battering ram, forcing Jessica backward with every inch. “You know, brute strength isn’t everything,” she taunted, her voice dripping with confidence. “It’s all about strategy.”

Jessica’s jaw tightened, her face set with grim determination as she extended her hands, pressing against the advancing wall in a desperate attempt to slow its approach. Her feet skidded slightly, her shoes scraping against the stone platform as she was pushed back, nearly twenty yards from the platform’s edge. Frustration flashed in her eyes, and with a focused yell, she gathered a fireball in her palms, slamming it against the earth wall with all her might.

A sharp crack echoed across the arena as the flames impacted the wall, splintering its surface slightly. But with a lazy flick of her wrist, Seráphina mended the crack, the earth knitting itself back together seamlessly. Her laughter filled the air, mocking and light. “Is that all you’ve got, Jessica?” she sneered, her confidence only growing as she intensified the push, the wall surging forward with increased speed.

Jessica’s gaze flickered with worry, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she dug in, refusing to be overwhelmed. She took a deep breath, her expression shifting to one of fierce resolve. Channeling both fire and earth, she formed a massive, flaming boulder in her hand, its surface glowing with intense heat and flickering embers. With a grunt of effort, she hurled the blazing boulder like a giant fist toward the wall, the ground beneath her feet scorched from the heat.

The impact was explosive. The earth wall cracked and shattered, sending fragments flying as Seráphina staggered back a step, surprise flashing across her face. But she recovered quickly, her hands weaving through the air with practiced precision as she repurposed the scattered earth chunks into tendrils of vines that snaked up from the ground. The vines shot forward, wrapping around Jessica’s legs and torso, binding her in place.

Jessica struggled, flames licking at her hands as she tried to burn away the vines that tightened around her limbs. Her breaths were heavy, her brow furrowed in frustration as she tugged against the earthy shackles. Seráphina just smirked, crossing her arms as she watched Jessica’s struggle. “Looks like you’re stuck,” she teased, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. “A little nudge, and you’re out of the ring.”

Jessica’s eyes blazed with a renewed determination, a fire that wouldn’t be quenched so easily. With a guttural cry, she unleashed a surge of flames from her entire body, sending a shockwave of heat across the platform that disintegrated the vines and scattered the remains of Seráphina’s barrier like dust in the wind. Freed from her restraints, Jessica lunged forward, closing the distance and putting more space between herself and the edge, hoping to regain control.

But Seráphina was ready. With a swift sidestep, she avoided Jessica’s charge, pivoting with practiced grace. Before Jessica could react, Seráphina planted a firm hand against her back, spinning her momentum toward the platform’s edge. Jessica stumbled forward, her balance lost as she tried to steady herself, her face contorted in panic as she careened toward the boundary. She hit the ground hard, her body twisting as she fell, landing face-first with a harsh thud that echoed through the arena.

“Victory to Seráphina Skye,” Professor Morrigan declared, her voice cool and approving.

Jessica pushed herself up, her face flushed and her expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment. Dust clung to her robes as she hurried back to her seat, her gaze fixed on the ground, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Seráphina, meanwhile, took her time returning to her seat, a smug smile stretching across her lips as she glanced at the patrons, savoring the moment.

The moment Seráphina caught my eye and winked, her smirk widening, I knew exactly what she was going to say. “See? Brains over brawn,” she murmured, still basking in the thrill of her victory.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hold back a small smile. She was insufferably smug, but I couldn’t deny that she’d earned it. She’d pushed Jessica to her limits and a little beyond, and for some reason, watching Jessica struggle felt like a small dose of vengeance. Good. I thought, letting my resentment simmer. She chose her side with Alara. Let her deal with it.

And as if on cue, Professor Morrigan’s voice rang through the arena, chilling and authoritative. “Princess Alara Valora and Lily Meslini.”

A ripple of excitement and tension swept through the audience as I rose from my seat. Tat’s absence heavy on my mind. This was it. Alara and I had been circling each other with hostility since we met, and now, all that resentment would come to a head. She is so dead.

As I stepped onto the platform, Alara strode forward from the opposite side, her confidence radiating like a sun. Her golden curls caught the light, framing a face that looked deceptively innocent. She smiled, a mocking little quirk at the corners of her mouth that made my skin prickle with irritation. The aura of flames that flickered around her was already potent, casting an orange glow that distorted the air, and I could feel the heat rolling off her even from across the platform.

“Well, well, the little street rat finally gets her moment,” she drawled, loud enough for the audience to hear, her tone dripping with condescension.

I clenched my fists, a dark pulse of anger rippling through me. “I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you,” I shot back, my voice low but laced with venom. “I’m going to enjoy watching that smug look wiped off your face.”

Alara laughed, a harsh, dismissive sound. “Please. I’ll have you begging for mercy before this is over.”

The professor raised her hand, signaling the start of the match. As soon as it dropped, Alara moved first. Flames surged from her hands in a tidal wave of heat, roaring toward me like a living thing. I dove to the side, summoning a shield of dark energy that rippled with an eerie, purple-black light. The fire slammed into the barrier, scattering sparks everywhere, but it held—for now.

Gasps erupted from the audience. Dark magic was rare. Practically unheard of. And here I am.

“Dark magic?” Alara’s golden curls gleamed like a halo as she laughed, though her eyes glinted with something more—uncertainty. “What are you, some kind of demon spawn? How fitting.”  

I ignored her, channeling my shadows into long, sinuous tendrils that lashed toward her. They writhed and twisted, seeking to bind her arms and legs, but she countered with a sudden burst of fire, incinerating them in an instant.  

“Pathetic,” she sneered, stepping forward. “Is this supposed to scare me? Your little tricks won’t save you, street rat.”  

Her words stung, but I gritted my teeth and raised my arms, summoning a swirling cloud of black smoke that enveloped the entire platform. The shadows expanded outward, swallowing the light until we were cloaked in near-total darkness.  

The audience murmured in confusion, the flickering torchlight from the coliseum’s walls struggling to penetrate the opaque haze.  

Inside the smoke, I could see her faint outline, the flicker of her flames giving her away. Alara coughed, waving her hand to clear the air, but the smoke wouldn’t dissipate.  

“What is this?” she snapped, her voice sharper now, the arrogance replaced by irritation. “Too afraid to fight me head-on?”  

“Why would I?” I called back, my voice echoing through the darkness. “You’re not as tough as you think, Alara.”  

Her flames flared brighter, illuminating the smoke for a brief moment before the darkness swallowed the light again. “Come out and fight me, coward!”  

I moved silently, circling her, my heart pounding. My body ached from the heat of her earlier attack, but I pushed through it. She was reckless, overconfident—that was my opening.  

When I was close enough, I lunged, breaking from the shadows and grabbing her wrist. Pain exploded through my palm as her fiery aura burned my skin, but I held on, channeling my magic into her.  

Her eyes widened, the confidence slipping from her face as the shadows crept along her arm. The audience gasped again, whispers rippling through the crowd like wildfire.  

“Die” I hissed, my voice low and venomous.  I didn't intend to use that command, it just came out.

For a moment, her flames dimmed, her expression softening as confusion clouded her features. The dark tendrils of my magic slithered into her mind, wrapping around her thoughts like constricting vines.  

But then she blinked, shaking her head violently. Her flames roared back to life, and a triumphant smirk twisted her lips. “What was that? Some kind of poison magic?  You’ll have to do better than that.”  

Before I could react, her flames erupted in a blinding inferno. The force of the explosion blasted me backward, sending me skidding across the stone platform. I hit the ground hard, the impact rattling my bones as I gasped for air.  

“So is this the power of dark magic?” Alara repeated, laughing coldly as she stepped closer. “No wonder you hide behind that smoke. You know what is strong against the dark? Light or in this case fire. Looks like you were doomed to fail from the start. Don't worry I will be a merciful owner. Maybe I'll even let my brother use you from time to time.” 

I groaned, forcing myself onto my knees. My skin was raw, blistering from the heat. My vision swam, but I wasn’t done yet.  I had gotten to inside my head. The skill probably doesn’t let me instant kill people. And I don’t think people will really kill themselves for me. I better make her concede instead.

I raised my hand, summoning the smoke cloud again, thicker this time. The darkness engulfed us, cutting off the light completely. Alara cursed, her flames flaring as she tried to burn it away, but the shadows absorbed the heat.  

“I’m not done,” I muttered under my breath, forcing myself to my feet. My limbs trembled, every movement a battle against the pain.  

This time, I drew on the last reserves of my magic, turning invisible as I moved through the smoke. My steps were unsteady, but I pressed on, closing the distance between us.  

Alara’s head turned, her eyes scanning the shadows. “Still hiding?” she called, her voice sharp with frustration. “How sad. I almost feel sorry for you.”  

I ignored her taunts, creeping closer until I was within reach. My burned fingers trembled as they brushed against her shoulder. “Concede,” I rasped, my voice raw and desperate.  

She froze, the flames around her dimming for a heartbeat. But then she laughed—a cruel, sharp sound that sent chills through me.  

“Concede? To you?” she sneered. “Never.”  

Her flames exploded outward in a fiery shockwave, breaking my invisibility and sending me flying. The heat consumed me, burning through the last of my strength. I hit the ground hard, rolling to the edge of the platform.  Blood and seared flesh engulfed my nostrils distracting me from the paid until I hit the floor. 

The audience erupted into shocked cries, but their voices were distant, muffled by the ringing in my ears. My vision blurred, the world spinning as pain clawed at the edges of my consciousness.  

Through the haze, I saw Alara standing over me, her flames dying down as she gazed at me with a victorious smirk. “Stay down, Slave,” she said, her voice cold and final. “You’ve already lost.”  

The last thing I felt was the cold stone beneath me and the faint, ghostly warmth of Tat’s touch—or was it a memory?—before the darkness swallowed me whole.  

In the darkness of my unconscious mind, I drifted, caught in a haze that seemed to tug me deeper, away from the pain of the injuries and into something ancient, something powerful and strange. Images began to coalesce, colors and shapes swirling until they sharpened into a scene I couldn’t quite place but felt deeply connected to, as if I was witnessing a memory.

It was like watching through a veil, a third-person perspective as I observed a figure in front of another—a woman, cloaked in deep crimson armor that glinted with dark energy, with massive, leathery wings stretching from her back. Her skin held a faint, unnatural glow, and her eyes blazed with an intensity that was both mesmerizing and frightening.  Her hair a fire-red mane that cascaded down her back to her ass. Lily realized with a jolt that she was staring at the original Avatar of Lust.

Lust stood in a dimly lit war tent, her expression fierce yet softened by the presence of another woman by her side. This woman looked familiar, her silky black hair and gentle features exactly as I knew them, though her bearing was regal, almost timeless. It was Laura. She looked exactly as I remembered her—perhaps even older and more formidable. Laura’s hand rested on Lust’s armored forearm, her gaze steady and unwavering.

“Tomorrow is uncertain,” Laura murmured, her voice soft but weighted. “If we don’t make it back, if you… if something happens to you…”

Lust’s gaze softened, and she reached up, cupping Laura’s face with a tenderness that was startling against her fearsome appearance. “If I die tomorrow,” she said, her tone resolute yet filled with affection, “know that my soul will never stray from you. No matter what lies beyond, no matter how many lifetimes pass, I will return to you.”

Laura’s expression wavered, her calm exterior cracking just enough to show a flicker of fear. She leaned into Lust’s touch, her eyes glistening. “I know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “But I don’t want to be left alone in this world without you.”

Lust leaned in, her lips brushing Laura’s forehead in a gesture that seemed almost reverent. “You won’t be. I’ll always be with you, one way or another. Even if I have to tear through the fabric of existence, I’ll find my way back to you.”

Their foreheads rested together, eyes closing as they absorbed the weight of what lay ahead. The intensity of the moment melted into something softer, a need to be close before the uncertainty of battle. The scene shifted, pulling me into another fragment of memory, an intimate one I hadn’t expected.

I saw two figures entwined on a wide bed, their bare skin bathed in amber light. Lust and Laura, unguarded and deeply connected, moved together with a quiet intimacy that made the rest of the world seem to melt away. Their bodies were intricately outlined by the flickering candlelight, each curve and shadow accentuating the strength and beauty they shared.

Lust’s form was striking—a woman of captivating strength and allure. Her body was lean and sculpted, each muscle gracefully defined, hinting at a quiet power beneath the softness of her skin. Her abdomen held a subtle line of toned muscle, just enough to draw the eye, her figure balanced between elegance and might. Her chest, full and perfectly proportioned around a C cup, rose with each breath, her skin unmarked by any imperfection—flawlessly smooth, with no scar, line, or blemish to distract from her beauty. 

Every inch of her seemed crafted to capture attention, radiating a blend of allure and strength that was both heart-stopping and impossible to look away from. She was stunning in a way that was almost otherworldly, a beauty that seemed to glow in the warmth of the candlelight, timeless and unforgettable.

Lust traced a slow, reverent path along Laura’s body, her fingers exploring each curve with a tender intensity that seemed to echo a promise. Laura’s black hair fanned out across the pillow, her eyes fixed on Lust with a gentle fire. She let out a soft sigh as Lust pressed her lips along her collarbone, then trailed a series of kisses down her shoulder, each touch lingering, savoring every inch. Then before reaching her destination, she returned to Laura’s lips. 

Their lips met in a deep, unhurried kiss, their breaths blending as they pulled each other closer, their hands moving in unison. Lust’s hand glided along Laura’s side, tracing the shape of her waist and hip before settling with gentle insistence. She broke the kiss and let her gaze drift lower as she leaned down, her mouth following the path of her fingers, leaving a trail of soft, insistent kisses along Laura’s chest and lower. Laura’s breath hitched, her fingers weaving into Lust’s hair as Lust’s mouth traveled, each kiss more focused, more deliberate.

As Lust’s touch found Laura’s clit, Laura’s soft, breathless sounds filled the room, her body responding with an intensity that drew her closer and closer. Her back arched gently, her hands tightening their hold, her lips parting as her breaths came faster, her body surrendering to the waves of sensation. Lust’s movements were measured yet unyielding, each touch and kiss communicating both devotion and desire. As Laura reached the height of sensation, she gasped, her quiet exclamations blending with Lust’s name, holding tight as every touch brought her higher.

After a time, Laura gently guided Lust upward, her expression softened with a playful glint as she shifted over her. Laura began her own journey, her lips trailing along Lust’s neck, then down across her shoulder, her kisses slow and savoring, lingering as her mouth moved lower. Lust’s breath became shallow, her hands holding Laura close as Laura’s gentle touch explored each curve. She traced a slow path downward, her breath warm against Lust’s skin, each kiss drawing quiet gasps and soft murmurs that filled the room.

Laura's tongue danced over the delicate folds of Lust's sex, eliciting moans of pleasure that echoed throughout the room. The scent of arousal filled Laura's nostrils as she moved her tongue in a practiced rhythm, causing Lust to buck her hips uncontrollably. The walls seemed to pulse with an intense pink hue as Lust's body was consumed by pleasure. "God, yes! Don't stop!" Lust cried out, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Laura could see a look of concern on Lust's face but she didn't let up. She continued to tease and suck on Lust's sensitive clit until she felt the tell-tale trembling of impending orgasm. With a final flick of her tongue, Lust exploded, drenching Laura's face with her sweet nectar.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, Lust pulled Laura up into a passionate kiss, tasting herself on Laura’s lips. Their bodies pressed together, skin flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Lust’s hands roamed Laura’s back, tracing the curve of her spine.

“You’re incredible,” Lust breathed, nuzzling Laura’s neck.

Laura smiled, her dark eyes sparkling with desire. “We’re just getting started,” she purred.

In one fluid motion, Laura flipped Lust onto her stomach. She straddled Lust’s thighs, running her hands along Lust’s sides and over the swell of her backside. Laura positioned her legs to be interlocking with Lust’s, her pussy pressing against hers.

Laura began to grind her hips, sliding her slick folds against Lust’s in a slow, sensual rhythm. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into Lust’s back as she kissed along her spine. Lust moaned softly, pushing back against Laura to increase the delicious friction between them.

“You feel so good,” Laura whispered, her breath hot against Lust’s ear. She reached around to cup Lust’s breast, rolling the hardened nipple between her fingers.

Lust gasped, arching into the touch. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Laura increased her pace, rocking against Lust more forcefully. The wet sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, punctuated by their shared moans of pleasure. Laura could feel the tension building inside her, a tight coil of heat low in her belly.

Laura’s movements became more urgent, her hips grinding harder against Lust’s slick flesh. She slid one hand down Lust’s side, gripping her hip to pull her closer as they rocked together. 

“Oh god, Laura,” Lust moaned, her voice muffled against the pillow. She reached back, tangling her fingers in Laura’s hair and tugging gently.

The sensation sent shivers down Laura’s spine. She leaned forward, trailing open-mouthed kisses along Lust’s shoulders as their bodies moved in perfect sync. The friction between them was exquisite, each slide of wet flesh against wet flesh bringing them closer to the edge.

Laura could feel Lust trembling beneath her, and knew she was close. She snaked a hand between Lust’s legs, finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles around it.  

Laura’s fingers moved deftly, circling Lust’s sensitive bud as she continued to grind against her from behind. Lust’s breaths came in ragged gasps, her body quivering with mounting pleasure.

“That’s it,” Laura purred, her lips brushing Lust’s ear. “Let go for me, beautiful.”

Lust cried out, her back arching as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Laura held her close, riding out Lust’s climax while chasing her own release. The sight and sound of Lust coming undone beneath her pushed Laura to the brink. 

With a few more forceful thrusts, Laura tumbled over the edge, calling out Lust’s name as intense pleasure coursed through her body. They clung to each other, trembling and panting as the aftershocks rolled through them.

Laura leaned down, capturing Lust’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled as their lower bodies continued their sensual rhythm. Lust’s free hand roamed Laura’s back settling on her hip, urging her closer.  Instead of ending it there. Lust grabbed Laura’s body and pulled her into her more, beginning the rocking motion again, their pussies already soaked from one orgasms together. 

I’m close again,” Lust breathed, her voice husky with arousal. “So close…”

Laura responded by grinding harder, faster, her clit rubbing exquisitely against Lust’s swollen folds. She snaked a hand up Lust’s body, finding her beats and squeezing them in rhythm. 

The friction between them grew more urgent, more insistent. Laura broke the kiss, throwing her head back with a breathy cry as a particularly intense wave of sensation washed over her. Lust took the opportunity to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along Laura’s exposed throat.

“Oh god, Lust,” Laura gasped, her voice husky with desire. “Don’t stop…”

Lust redoubled her efforts, her hips moving faster against Laura’s as she sucked gently at the sensitive spot where Laura’s neck met her shoulder. Laura’s fingers tightened in Lust’s hair, holding her close as their bodies rocked together.

The tension between them built to a fever pitch. Lust could feel herself nearing the edge, her muscles tightening as pleasure coiled low in her belly. She could tell from Laura’s increasingly desperate movements and breathy moans that she was close too.

“Laura,” Lust panted, “Look at me, love.”

Laura’s eyes fluttered open, locking with Lust’s. The raw emotion and desire Lust saw there nearly undid her. She cupped Laura’s face tenderly, maintaining that soul-deep connection as they moved together. Their bodies trembled, teetering on the precipice of ecstasy.

“Together,” Lust breathed, her voice thick with passion. 

Laura nodded, her eyes never leaving Lust’s as they pushed each other higher. The room filled with their mingled cries of pleasure as they tumbled over the edge in unison. Wave after wave of blissful release washed over them, their bodies shuddering against each other.

As the intense sensations slowly ebbed, Laura collapsed onto Lust, burying her face in the crook of her neck. Lust’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath. She pressed soft kisses to Laura’s temple, savoring the warmth of their entangled bodies.

After a few moments, Laura lifted her head, gazing down at Lust with eyes full of tenderness. “You’re so beautiful,” Laura whispered, tracing Lust’s cheekbone with her fingertips. She leaned in for a soft, lingering kiss before nestling her head on Lust’s chest.

Lust stroked Laura’s hair, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows across their entwined forms. She pressed her lips to the top of Laura's head, breathing in her familiar scent.

“I love you,” Lust murmured, her voice thick with emotion. 

Laura lifted her head, meeting Lust’s gaze with shining eyes. “I love you too. So much.”

Their lips met again in a tender kiss, unhurried and full of affection. When they parted, Laura shifted to lie beside Lust, draping an arm across her waist. Lust turned on her side and looked Laura in the eyes. Enjoying the peace and intimacy of the moment. 

“Come back to me,” Laura murmured, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability.

“I promise,” Lust replied, her eyes blazing with determination.

My perspective changed, as if I were floating above a battlefield. The sky was filled with dark clouds, the air thick with tension, and the ground below was littered with debris from a clash that had clearly already claimed lives. At the center of it all stood Lust and the Demon Lord, both clad in dark, intricate armor, their massive wings spread wide as they faced a line of opponents—eight wizards cloaked in pristine white, their robes glowing with the light of their power.

Each wizard wielded a shimmering sword, twin blades that burned with an ethereal light, casting a stark contrast against the dark magic radiating from Lust and the Demon Lord. The wizards were chanting, their voices weaving together in a powerful Incantation, and suddenly, bolts of lightning and bursts of fire shot toward the demons.

Lust responded with a feral grin, her hands unfurling two dark whips that crackled with purple energy, snapping them through the air in a deadly rhythm. Beside her, the Demon Lord gripped a massive spear, its blade dripping with a dark energy that seemed to pulse in sync with his heartbeat. Together, they surged forward, meeting the wizards’ assault head-on.

The battle was intense, chaotic. Bolts of light and fire collided with waves of black and purple energy, each clash sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Lust moved with a deadly grace, her whips lashing out to slice through the air, deflecting spells and striking down the wizards who dared come too close. Her movements were a mesmerizing blend of elegance and violence, each strike precise and powerful.

The Demon Lord fought with raw power, his spear carving through the air as he tore through the line of wizards. His wings created gusts of wind that sent some of the weaker wizards staggering, only to be struck down by his lethal attacks. Together, they were a storm of darkness, an unstoppable force that seemed to defy the very light that sought to quell them.

But the wizards were relentless. They regrouped, chanting in unison, their voices merging into a single, powerful incantation. Two of the wizards raised their swords, their blades igniting with a brilliant flame, and they charged forward, their strikes synchronized as they aimed for Lust. She twisted, her wings flickering as she dodged their attacks, her whips wrapping around one of the wizards’ swords and pulling him off balance. But the second wizard struck, his blade slicing across her wing.

Lust let out a scream, a terrible sound that echoed across the battlefield as she stumbled, her wing severed and blood pouring from the wound. She fell to one knee, her gaze burning with hatred as she glared at the remaining wizards. She rose her whips brandished she tore through them with a ferocious anger. Her claws slashing and tearing through the wizards. She downed four more of them, leaving just two standing, till she eventually was cut down and the two wizards stood over her in triumph. 

“May your lineage be cursed,” she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. “For every generation that follows, may you be haunted by my wrath. Your children, and their children, will know the suffering I have endured.”

As she cursed them, the remaining wizards surrounded her, their blades raised. With a final, resolute look at her, they struck. The last image I saw was Lust’s fierce, bloodied face, defiant even as her life was drained from her. The world faded, and I felt myself being pulled back, the vision dissolving into darkness.

Pain greeted me first—sharp, hot, and unforgiving. My eyes fluttered open, and I gasped, the eerie light of the infirmary torches burning into my vision. My heart raced, the memory of the dream still vivid, clinging to me like a second skin. It wasn’t just a dream—it was too much. Too real, too intimate, too haunting. My body screamed for me to stop moving, to lie still, but the ache wasn’t just physical. 

I glanced down, seeing the mess of bandages covering the charred skin of my arm and side. The weight of the fight—and the loss—settled over me. Alara had obliterated me, and now she wasn’t just my enemy. She’d won me. 

Beside me, Tat slept with her head resting on the edge of my cot, her hand wrapped protectively around mine. Her hair was a tangled mess, and faint circles under her eyes told me she hadn’t left my side in days. My heart twisted. Tat was always there, always steady, but seeing her like this hit differently. I squeezed her hand, wincing as my burnt fingers protested. 

Her eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, she looked dazed, caught between sleep and wakefulness. Then her gaze met mine, and the relief that washed over her face was overwhelming. “Lily!” she breathed, sitting up so fast she nearly toppled off her stool. Her arms wrapped around me before I could react. 

“Tat—ow!” I groaned as my body rebelled against the sudden pressure. 

She pulled back immediately, her face flushing. “Sorry! Oh, my gods, I didn’t mean to—” Her voice cracked, and she brushed a strand of hair behind my ear with a touch so gentle it made my chest ache. “I’ve been so scared, Lily. You’ve been out for a week.”

“A week?” I croaked, the words tasting foreign on my tongue. “That long?”

Tat nodded, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the back of my hand. “You were in bad shape. I thought—” Her voice faltered, tears brimming in her eyes. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

I managed a weak smile and squeezed her hand again. “I’m here now,” I said softly, though every inch of me felt shattered. “You didn’t lose me.”

Her lips quivered Into a smile, and she leaned down, brushing a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’m proud of you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You fought so hard.”

Warmth spread through me, chasing away some of the heaviness. Tat was my anchor, the one constant in the whirlwind of this life. “Thank you,” I whispered, brushing my fingers against her cheek. “For being here.”

She blushed faintly but didn’t look away. “Always, Lily. Whatever happens, I’m with you.”

Her words were a balm, but they couldn’t erase the memory of the fight—or the dream. Lust’s bloodied face and cryptic words echoed in my mind, a reminder that my path was far from over. “What happened while I was out?” I asked, desperate for a distraction.

Tat sighed, leaning back but keeping her hand on mine. “The academy’s been a mess. After your fight, people couldn’t stop talking about how intense it was—about how strong Alara is. Some even said she could take on Professor Morrigan.” She hesitated. “And Alara… well, she hasn’t let anyone forget about the bet.”

I stiffened. “She’s been running her mouth, hasn’t she?”

Tat bit her lip, guilt flickering in her eyes. “She’s told everyone. They think you’re going to be her servant when you recover. She’s… gloating.”

The word hit me like a blow. Servant. Slave. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything, but hearing it aloud made it real. “She can’t actually enforce it,” I said, though even I didn’t believe myself.

Tat’s hand tightened on mine. “She’s the princess, Lily. If you refuse, there’s no telling what she’ll do. I don’t know if the academy would let her take it that far, but… it’s Alara. She’s enjoying this.”

“I’ll figure it out,” I muttered, though a pit formed in my stomach. I had my powers, sure, but something about her made them feel… off. Like I was fighting an immovable force.

Tat leaned closer, brushing her thumb over my knuckles. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together. You’re not alone in this.”

The sincerity in her voice made my chest tighten. “Thanks, Tat.” My words felt inadequate, but the exhaustion in my body was catching up with me fast. “I think I need to—ugh, now I have a headache.”

Tat tilted her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You didn’t have one before?”

“Not like this.” My eyelids drooped, heavy as lead. “Is it cool if I just… pass out?”

“Wait, what—” Her voice blurred into the background as I sank back into unconsciousness, her touch lingering like a lifeline. Somewhere in the haze, I felt the ghost of a kiss on my cheek, grounding me just enough to keep the nightmares at bay.