Phillip driving car in late night. Dropping Isabella at her home. They arrived and she gets off, Phillip said "I'm sorry Isabella about today."
Isabella smiled and replies "Dont sorry phillip, as he going to say another word Aunt Jenna opened door. She saw Isabella than phillip. Phillip said "hey, Aunt Jenna."

She ignores and looking at Isabella "Really?" With sharp eyes. Isabella say good bye to Phillip with a sweet smile than Phillip say "Take care". He left.

In kitchen, aunt jenna ask "What were you doing? Why are you so late.? Are you to dating each other?"

Isabella was eating then food stuck in her throat and after gulped water she said "Aunt. No, we are just friends."

"But he seems really concerns to you?"  Jenna asked. They lost in talking.

The night was thick with silence and shadows, but within Isabella Valeria's mind, a storm raged. She stood in a dark, ancient forest, where the trees twisted and turned like terrifyig fingers reaching for the moonlit sky. The air was thick with an eerie mist, whispering her name.

Isabella... Isabella..." Isabella... Isabella..." The voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the forest.

"Who are you ? Where are you hiding? Isabella ask and voice trembling with the mixture of awe and fear.

Suddenly, a majestic dragon bathed in golden light appeared infront of her. Its piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, filled with wisdom and sorrow. The dragon which always comes in her dream. Its breath touching her body, Isabella felt like her back is itching and burning her body.

"Azkadras morVrasha".. "Azkadras morVrasha"..

She get confused and the words of dragon is going out of her mind than the dragon speak in clearly words "A lost twin... rising darkness... embrace your bloodline..."

The dragon's cryptic message reverberated in her mind, a warning that felt more real. The dragon leaned closer, its hot breath washing over her as if trying to convey something more, but before it could, the ground beneath her feet crumbled, and she was falling into an abyss of darkness.

Isabella woke up abruptly, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding like a scary cat. She sat up abruptly, gasping for air, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion. The remnants of the dream clung to her consciousness, refusing to dissipate.

Suddenly she hears a soft knock.

She frowned, setting the book aside. "Who could that be at this hour?" she muttered, walking to the door.

When she opened it, Lysandra stood there, her gold brown hair slightly ruffled and her expression unusually secretive.

"Lysandra?" Isabella asked, puzzled. "What's going on? Are you okay?"

Lysandra's lips curved into a small, mischievous smile. "I've got a surprise for you," she said, almost whispering.

"A surprise?" Isabella raised a brow. "What are you up to?"

Before Lysandra could answer, Sirela suddenly appeared from the side, holding a plate piled high with pizza and pasta.

"I'm sorry, Isa," Sirela blurted, her voice trembling with emotion. "You know me, I say stupid things without thinking. I didn't mean what I said earlier. Please forgive me."

Isabella's tense expression softened immediately. She stepped forward and pulled Sirela into a hug. "You're impossible, Sirela," she said with a small laugh. "Of course, I forgive you."

The three of them headed to the kitchen, their earlier tensions melting away. Lysandra take a glass of vine and said "for breakup and new boyfriend" they chukles.  Than Sirela "for one sided love" Isabella chuckles and said "for the beginning of.. lys and Sirela looking at her than she finally said "of love" they hug each other and chukles.

They gathered ingredients, laughing as they tried to make more pizza from scratch. The room filled with the sound of clattering pans, bursts of laughter, and the comforting aroma of melted cheese and spices.
Meanwhile, in another part of house, Aurora lay in her bed, tossing and turning as a dream engulfed her. In her mind, she saw a castle-ancient, shrouded in mist, and eerily familiar. A figure stood at the castle window, her silhouette sharp against the moonlight.

Aurora's eyes snapped open. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as the dream lingered in her mind. Without fully understanding why, she climbed out of bed and walked to her window. Her breath hitched. There, standing in the distance, was Stella.

She didn't hesitate. Barefoot and dressed in her nightgown, Aurora silently left her home, her steps drawn toward the castle she had seen in her dreams.

The night was cold, the wind biting at her skin, but Aurora pressed on. The castle loomed ahead, larger and more imposing than she remembered. She pushed the heavy doors open and stepped inside. The air was damp, and the smell of decay filled her nostrils.

Something compelled her forward. In the center of the room, an ancient rune was etched into the stone floor. Aurora knelt, her hand trembling as she brought a blade to her wrist. She hesitated for only a moment before pressing the blade against her skin. Blood dripped onto the rune, staining it red.

The ground beneath her began to tremble. The walls groaned as if the castle were alive. Aurora's heart raced, panic setting in as she tried to understand what was happening. She turned and bolted for the door, her feet slipping on the uneven stone.When she reached her home, she stumbled into Lysandra outside the doorway. The impact sent them both tumbling to the ground.

"Aurora?" Lysandra exclaimed, wide-eyed. Then her gaze dropped to Aurora's hands- mud-caked and bloodied-and her face, which seemed... different.

Aurora stood slowly, her posture unnaturally tall and imposing. Her eyes glinted with a strange, ancient light, and her features, though still hers, carried an air of something older, something otherworldly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Aurora asked, her voice calm but with an edge that hadn't been there before.

Lysandra scrambled backward, her voice shaking. "You're... you're not yourself. What's happened to you?

By now, Isabella, Sirela, and the others had gathered at the doorway, their faces filled with alarm.

Isabella stepped forward cautiously. "Aurora... what's going on?"

Aurora's gaze swept over them, her expression unreadable. "I don't know," she murmured, though her voice carried a power that sent shivers down their spines. "But something's awakened. Something... ancient."

The air around her seemed to hum with energy as the group exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that whatever had just happened, it was only the beginning.

The morning is filled with chatter and magic of students. The main hallway buzzed with chatter as students gathered around their lockers. The walls gleamed with the reflective light of bright crystal chandeliers, and the hum of spells being cast filled the air. Near the west corridor, where the lockers stretched in an endless row, a small group gathered, each busy sorting their things.

Lysandra, leaning against her locker with a confident smirk, adjusted her coat, throwing a glance toward Aurora, who stood a few lockers down. Aurora, was already scowling at Lysandra. She yanked her locker open, clearly trying to ignore her, but Lysandra, ever the instigator, wasn't about to let her off so easily.

"Well, well, if it isn't Little Miss Perfect," Lysandra drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. She slid a book into her locker without even looking, her eyes locked on Aurora. "Do you ever get tired of pretending the whole world revolves around you, or is that, like, a family trait?"
Aurora stiffened, her face already beginning to flush a bright shade of red. She slammed her locker shut a little harder than necessary, refusing to meet Lysandra's gaze.

"Not today, Lysandra," she muttered under her breath, but her words lacked conviction.

Lysandra tilted her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, don't be shy, Aurora. Your insults are always so... creative. I'm dying to hear what you've come up with this time. Or maybe you're saving them for later? After all, it must be exhausting trying to keep up with me."

Aurora's hands balled into fists, and her cheeks grew even redder. "Why do you always have to be like this? You're unbearable!" she hissed, finally turning to glare at Lysandra.

Lysandra, feigning shock, placed a hand over her heart. "Me? Unbearable? Sweetheart, if I were unbearable, you wouldn't be able to stand there and try to match wits with me. But, judging by that colour in your face, I'd say I've already won." She gave Aurora a playful wink.

Aurora's eyes narrowed, her breath quickening in frustration. Without another word, she spun on her heel, her bag slung over her shoulder, and stormed down the hallway, muttering curses under her breath.

At the same time, Andrew walked confidently through the crowd, his tall frame and wolf-like presence impossible to ignore. With dark, intense eyes and a chiselled jawline, his black leather jacket hugged his broad shoulders as if it was made for him. People naturally moved out of his way-not that he cared. His aura screamed danger, and his temper was quick to flare, making him unpredictable. But one person didn't budge.

As he passed, his shoulder slammed into Auora's, hard.
Aurora immediately spun around, eyes blazing. "Watch it," she snapped, her irritation clear, her voice as sharp and angry because of Lysandra.

Andrew turned, his expression unreadable, but his eyes narrowed, filled with a dangerous glint.
"Maybe you should look where you're going," he growled, voice low and laced with contempt. His anger flickered just beneath the surface, but he controlled it, knowing he could snap at any moment. "Last thing I need is some princess getting in my way."

Aurora held her ground, fists clenched, glaring at him. For a moment, neither backed down. The tension between them was electric, both filled with sudden, inexplicable anger.

Andrew's jaw tightened, his voice dropping with an edge that made people listen. "I'm not here to play nice, so don't think you can walk all over me, or you want another chance to kiss me? sweetheart."

Aurora glared right back, her fists tightening. "Trust me, you're not that special."

Andrew's lips twitched into a smirk, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Funny, you seem to notice me just fine."
With that, he turned and walked away, his body language radiating confidence, though his fists clenched with barely contained anger.

Lysandra stand near to her locker and looking at them with excitement smile said "WOW"
Meanwhile, Slamming her locker door shut, Isabella turned sharply towards Lysandra, annoyance clear on her face.
"Seriously? Again?" Isabella's voice cut through the noise, sharp and exasperated. "Why are you two always fighting?"

Lysandra shrugged, completely unfazed, and tossed her hair back casually. "Fighting? No, darling, we're just... having fun. At least, I am." She winked at Isabella and smirked. "Besides, if Aurora can't handle a little friendly banter, she should work on her comebacks."

Isabella sighed deeply, pressing a hand to her temple. "Friendly banter? You enjoy making her mad. And now I have to deal with her all day because of you!"

Lysandra flashed a bright, unapologetic smile. "Oh, Isa, you love me for it. Besides, if I didn't mess with her, who would keep her on her toes? Consider it a public service."

Isabella glared at her but couldn't suppress a faint smile. "You're impossible, Lys."

"Iconic, darling. I'm iconic." Lysandra smirked, grabbing her books and leaving Isabella rolling her eyes as she followed after her sister towards the History Class room.