The corridor was bustling with students as Isabella and Lysandra made their way to history class. Lysandra, as always, was talking excitedly about the upcoming class, her enthusiasm infectious.

"I swear, Isabella, Professor Nyx better not start with those boring dates again," Lysandra joked, nudging her friend with a grin.

Isabella chuckled, shaking her head. "You'll survive. Besides, you're the one who loves the stories behind them."

As they turned the corner, Lysandra suddenly froze mid-step, her face dropping. Isabella followed her gaze and saw what had caught her attention, Alex, Lysandra's boyfriend, leaning against the wall, kissing another girl.

The world seemed to blur around Lysandra, her chest tightening. Her breath hitched as she whispered, "No... no, this can't be happening."

Alex noticed them then, his eyes widening as he quickly pulled away from the girl. "Lysandra, wait!" he called out, walking toward her.

Lysandra took a shaky step back, her voice trembling. "What... what is this?"

"It's not what it looks like!" Alex pleaded, reaching out toward her.

"Not what it looks like?" she repeated, her voice breaking. "I saw you, Alex. I saw you!"

The girl Alex had been kissing slipped away into the crowd, leaving the three of them alone. Isabella stayed silent, standing protectively by Lysandra's side.

"Listen, Lysandra," Alex started, desperation in his voice. "She doesn't mean anything to me. It was a mistake"

"A mistake?" Lysandra interrupted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How do you mistake kissing someone else, Alex? I trusted you! I..." She trailed off, her voice cracking.

"Please, just let me explain"

"No, Alex," she said firmly, her voice trembling with pain. "You don't get to explain this away. I loved you. And you..." She shook her head, unable to finish.

Turning to Isabella, she whispered, "Let's go."

Isabella shot Alex a cold glare before gently taking Lysandra's arm and leading her away.

As they walked down the corridor, Lysandra wiped her tears and said softly, "I feel so stupid, Isabella. I thought he was different. I thought he loved me."

Isabella squeezed her shoulder gently. "You didn't do anything wrong, Lysandra. He's the one who doesn't deserve you. Let him regret it."

Lysandra nodded, though her tears didn't stop. "It just hurts so much, you know? I thought he was my forever..."

"I know," Isabella said softly, guiding her into the history classroom. "But you're stronger than this, Lysandra. And you're not alone."

"I dont know why? No one loves me? My heart." Lysandra whispers.

Isabella replied "soon a charming prince come and make you his princess,Lys". And they enter in history class.

The history class of magic in the castle is an enchanting room that exudes an ancient, almost mystical aura. Tall, arched windows allow dim light to filter through, casting an ethereal glow on the stone walls lined. The air carries a faint scent of old parchment, and floating candles illuminate each corner of the room.

Tables are arranged in a semi-circle around a central stone podium, allowing every student a clear view of the front and fostering an intimate setting for storytelling. Each table is crafted from dark mahogany, with intricate carvings along the edges that appear to move when glanced at from the corner of one's eye. Large, cushioned chairs provide comfort, hinting at the hours students are expected to spend delving into the mysteries of their history.

As the students sit, they chat excitedly, exchanging stories they've heard about the legends of Mecatopia and the magical battles that shaped their world. Some students already have their spellbooks open, comparing notes, while others are casting minor spells to make their quills write by themselves.

Suddenly, a hush falls over the room as the professor Aria Luminara enters. With a slight nod, she commands the attention of the entire room. In a voice both warm and authoritative, she begins,

"Welcome to the History of Magic. I am Professor Aria Luminara, your guide through the countless ages of Mecatopia. Here, we do not merely study history, we relive it. For those of you brave enough to look, the truth of our past will reveal itself in all its splendor...and horror."
Her gaze sweeps across the students, each one captivated, as she lets her words sink in.

"You know, Before the arrival of the dragons, sent by the gods, the world of Mecatopia was a chaotic and primitive place. Supernatural beings existed, but they were far from what they would eventually become. Werewolves were purely wild beasts, tied to the moon, with no human form. Vampires were monstrous creatures that roamed in shadows, feasting on any life they could find, but without the sophistication or human-like appearance that would later define them. Sirens, rather than seductive beings with magical voices, were simply giant, mythical fish who ruled the depths of the oceans. Fairies were tiny winged creatures, like fireflies, flitting about with no real purpose. Witches were not even born yet, for magic had not truly found a home in this world. Mechatopia was a place of raw, untamed power, where these creatures lived in a constant state of survival.'

Everyone hearing with intrest, meanwhile Isabella start imagine it. She begans

"When the dragons descended, everything changed. The gods sent these magnificent creatures to bring order, wisdom, and peace to this unruly world. The first dragon was King Dracos I - The Flame of Creation

And his wife Queen Althea I - The Whisperer of Flames

Queen Althea I - The Whisperer of Flames Upon their arrival, the dragons spread magic throughout Mecatopia, reshaping the very fabric of the world. The magic of the dragons was not only powerful but transformative. Through their great power, they turned these animalistic supernaturals into beings of higher intellect and nobility."

Professor order to students "Andrew stand and read about werewolves".

Andrew stand and start reading the paragraph. The Werewolves: From simple wolves tied to the moon's cycles, the dragons infused them with both the ability to shift between human and wolf forms and a sense of community. They retained their connection to the moon but gained the ability to think, love, and form packs with bonds that went beyond survival, now tied to loyalty and honor.

"Now phillip". She order.

"The Vampires: Once savage predators, the dragons gave them grace and charm. Vampires became immortal beings with the ability to interact with humans, feed without killing, and cultivate their intellect. Their transformation allowed them to control their thirst, and their once-hideous forms evolved into the elegant creatures they are known as today." His deep voice catching everyones attention while Isabella looking at him and blushing. Meanwhile, Aurora also blushing and she had a crush on phillip.

"Now Sirela," Professor order.

"The Sirens: The dragons blessed the sea creatures with human-like beauty and enchanting voices. No longer just mythical fish, they became the sirens, creatures with the power to control water and the hearts of men. They were no longer limited to the deep seas but could walk on land in human form."

Meanwhile, Night began to spread its curtain over the city of Mecatopia and with it the lively market area was beginning to die down with activity as quietness settled in the edges of Elysium City. As the light subdued, the Draven family was covered in darkness as they flitted stealthily in the narrow streets. A ghostly mist creeps in accompanied by an uneasy feeling and swelling up with each passing moment.

The temperature drops and whispering voices can be heard although there is no one near. The lanterns that were already held by the Dravens begin to dim gradually one after another until only darkness remains.

Eldric caught his breath, his crossbow was still, and every sinew of his body was tense with concentration. Training through the years allowed him to sense the tiniest of movements, the faintest smell. There was no way he had to check on his siblings as they must have been exactly as prepared as he was. His attention however was drawn to the dimming light of what looked like a deserted yet standing tavern much in the woods. Through the mist, he perceives a silhouette, as he concentrates, he notices onyx mist has a dark silhouette flying past him. He catches a glimpse of piercing crimson orbs, and then he faces his mentees.

"There is something here..."

His siblings and hurry to his side, where huddled around the dapters.

Than, it seems that Eldric again sees someone within the premises of the tavern, He loosed gloved clapped with motion for them to be quiet, as he whispered to his hearthous.

"Here, is something.."

His siblings gather around him "where?"
As he turn back the figure get vanished. He swear he sees someone, ghostly scary in fog flying above him. Like someone stalking him. They dont have time, they divide apart.