Aurora stood in a beautiful meadow, bathed in soft golden light. The air smelled of wildflowers and fresh rain, and the laughter of fairies echoed in the distance. She saw herself as Stella in the center of the scene, her past self, a light fairy with shimmering wings that sparkled like sunlight on water. She wore a flowing white gown, her hair cascading in golden waves, and her smile radiated pure joy.

In the vision, she was preparing for her wedding. The fae she was to marry stood beside her, Ravaan, his face kind and warm. Around them, the fairies danced, celebrating the union that would bring hope to their lands. Aurora as Stella felt their happiness as if it were her own.

Then, she saw an invitation. A group of wolves appeared on the edge of the village, their fur dark and their eyes glowing amber. Stella had invited them with the hope of ending the long-standing feud between fairies and wolves. Her heart was clean, her intentions pure. She wanted peace for all.

But something changed. The wolves turned, their snarls cutting through the joyful music. They leapt into the crowd, their claws slashing and their teeth tearing. The fairies screamed, their lights flickering and fading one by one. Than, Andrew kills Ravaan and touching Stella's face. Saying "you are still that beautiful, how lucky you are that I'm in love with you.."

Chaos erupted. She ignores but her heart beating for him. Stella stood frozen, her wings trembling as she watched her people fall. Her wedding gown was stained with ash and blood. And then, just as despair threatened to consume her, the shadow appeared.

A figure emerged from the darkness, towering and cloaked. Its presence was overwhelming, powerful, familiar, yet terrifying. Stella couldn’t see its face, but she could feel it an aching, haunting familiarity. The figure didn’t speak, but its presence brought silence. The wolves stopped, and the vision faded back.

Aurora and Ravaan held each others hand. Sitting in each others arms and unlocking fragments of the past. They are sitting together on hill, looking the sun risen. They left to their homes and for their academy.

The sun had just begun to rise over Mecatopia Academy, casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling grounds. Students buzzed with excitement, hurrying down the corridors as Isabella and her friends handed out papers for the Halloween celebration that evening.

Isabella stood by the grand staircase, her silver-platinum hair glimmering as she smiled at a passing student. "Remember," she said, handing over a flyer, "come dressed as your chosen character and be at the main hall by 8 PM sharp."

Felix leaned casually against the railing, smirking. "Do you really think they’ll follow the theme this year? Last time someone showed up as a clown."

Lysandra rolled her eyes. "Felix, let them be. It’s Halloween, not a royal gala."

As the group chuckled, Aurora approached Isabella, her face pale and her hands trembling slightly. Without a word, she grabbed Isabella’s hand, pulling her to the side.

"Aurora?" Isabella frowned. "What’s wrong?"

Aurora hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. "I know this might sound strange, but... I’m not the Aurora Anymore." She glanced over her shoulder. "Ravaan is looking at them."

Isabella’s expression grew serious. "What? Is everything okay?"

Aurora nodded, her voice shaky. "Yea. We need to talk."

Without hesitation, Isabella turned to the group. "Aurora and I need to check something. We’ll meet you back here."

Felix raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. Sirela gave a concerned nod.

The two girls headed to the academy grounds, where Ravaan was waiting under the shade of a tall oak tree. His dark wings folded neatly behind him, and his golden eyes looked troubled.

The cool breeze swept across the school grounds, carrying with it the distant chatter of students preparing for the upcoming Halloween festival. Isabella stood near the old fountain, arms crossed, staring skeptically at Ravaan and Stella. Aurora stood by her side, her expression calm yet serious, as though bracing for what was about to unfold.

Ravaan, now in his transformed appearance—a tall, imposing figure with dark, otherworldly features and silver streaks in his black hair—took a step forward. “Isabella,” he began, his voice deep and steady, “there’s more to us than you know. And it’s time you learned the truth.”

Isabella raised an eyebrow. “Oh, here we go again,” she said sarcastically. “What now? You’re secretly a prince of some magical kingdom too?”

Stella exchanged a glance with Ravaan, then stepped forward. Her white gown shimmered in the fading sunlight, and a quiet intensity burned in her eyes. “Actually,” Stella said softly, “I am a queen. The Queen of Faeloria, to be exact.”

Isabella blinked, then let out a laugh. “Right, and I’m the Queen of Halloween. Good one, Stella.”

“Enough,” Aurora interjected, her tone sharp yet tinged with warmth. She placed a hand on Isabella’s shoulder. “Listen to them, Bella. They’re telling the truth.”

“Truth?” Isabella scoffed. “Aurora, you’re my sister. If this were true, don’t you think I’d know by now?”

Ravaan sighed and turned to Stella. “Show her,” he said simply.

Stella closed her eyes, her expression softening. A faint glow began to emanate from her, and the air around them grew heavier. The sky darkened, clouds swirling ominously as if called by an unseen force. The light around Stella intensified until her wings appeared—massive, pure white, and radiating power. Her gown flowed in the rising wind, and her eyes glowed faintly, the aura of a queen unmistakable.

Isabella’s breath hitched as she took a step back, her skepticism melting into shock. “What the…” she whispered, staring at Stella in disbelief.

“Believe me now?” Stella asked, her voice calm but commanding.

Isabella shook her head as if trying to clear her thoughts. “Okay, okay, stop it!” she finally said. “I believe you, alright? You’re a queen, you’ve got wings, the whole deal. Geez, you didn’t have to summon a storm to prove it.”

Stella’s wings folded back, and the ominous sky began to clear. “Sometimes words aren’t enough,” she said with a small smile.

Aurora stepped forward. “There’s more you need to know, Bella. About Ravaan, about the castle, about Faeloria... and about Andrew.”

“Andrew?” Isabella repeated, frowning. “What does he have to do with this?”

“Everything,” Ravaan said cryptically. “But that’s for another time.”

Isabella threw her hands up in exasperation. “Great, more secrets. As if I don’t have enough going on with Halloween just around the corner.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Look, whatever you’re about to say next, save it. I’ve got decorations to set up, costumes to finalize, and maybe, maybe, time for a nervous breakdown in between.”

Stella chuckled softly, her regal aura fading slightly as she returned to a more human demeanor. “Fine, go prepare for your festival. But don’t ignore what we’ve said, Isabella. It’s only the beginning.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Isabella muttered, turning on her heel. “Queen of Faeloria, dark storms, Andrew’s secrets… got it. Totally normal stuff.” She walked off, muttering under her breath about “crazy friends” and “winged queens.”

Aurora watched her leave, a hint of concern in her eyes. “She’ll come around,” she said quietly.

“She has to,” Ravaan replied, his gaze distant. “Whether she wants to or not.”

While going back Isabella met phillip and said "I..I always dream about Halloween with you. But last night you did, I cant forget about it."

Phillip holds her hand said "you have to given me a chance to prove myself I'm guilty. I just hide it cuz I dont wanna back to my past. I'll give you answers what you want just gimme 3 days."

Isabella accept and said we are going together tonight. "I cant forgive you until Lysandra does." She said and Lysandra comes holds both hands "I forgive you phillip I know you dont have any other way, just to choose this one for not going back to past. I forgive you."
Isabella chukles and said "thank you Lysandra." Phillip hugs her.

The grand hall of Mechatopia Academy buzzed with energy as the Halloween celebration reached its peak. Shadows from the flickering jack-o’-lanterns danced along the stone walls, and the air smelled of caramel apples and spiced cider. Students and professors, all supernatural, had outdone themselves, donning costumes inspired by fictional characters from human stories.

Isabella stood near the refreshment table, her platinum-silver hair cascading down her back in loose waves. Tonight, she had dressed as a regal, yet slightly terrifying half-dragon queen—complete with a flowing fiery-red gown and a crown that shimmered like molten gold. Her dragon tattoo glowed faintly beneath the sheer fabric of her gown.

Sirela, dressed as a stunning siren from old folklore with flowing seafoam-colored fabric and glittering pearls in her hair, twirled beside Isabella. Lysandra, wrapped in an elegant black dress with silver stars stitched across the hem, grinned while sipping her drink.

“This party is incredible!” Lysandra said, swaying to the beat of the haunting music. “It’s like we’ve brought the Underworld to life!”

Isabella smiled but scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face. “It’s great,” she agreed, though her tone held a hint of distraction. “But I think Phillip’s missing.”

“Maybe he’s planning something dramatic, as always,” Sirela teased, her green eyes glinting mischievously.

The heavy oak doors creaked open, and a hush fell over the crowd as Phillip entered the hall. He was dressed in an impeccable black suit with a deep crimson cape that billowed behind him—a perfect vampire lord. His jet-black hair was tousled just enough to look effortlessly stylish, and his piercing red eyes glowed faintly in the dim light.

“Speak of the devil,” Lysandra whispered, elbowing Isabella.

Phillip strode across the room with the confidence of someone who knew everyone was watching. He stopped in front of Isabella, his gaze locking onto hers. “You look breathtaking tonight,” he said, his voice low and velvety.

Isabella felt her cheeks warm. “You don’t look too bad yourself,” she replied, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the smile tugging at her lips.

Phillip tilted his head, a sly grin playing on his lips. “This party is impressive,” he said, glancing around. “But it’s... predictable. All supernaturals, celebrating among ourselves. Don’t you think it’s a little—” he paused, searching for the word, “—safe?”

Lysandra raised an eyebrow. “Safe? What’s wrong with that?”

Phillip ignored her, his focus entirely on Isabella. “Come with me,” he said, his voice filled with quiet excitement. “Let’s celebrate somewhere more thrilling. Among humans. In Hallowdale.”

Isabella blinked. “Hallowdale? You mean the human town?”

“Exactly.” Phillip leaned closer, his tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “They don’t know who we are. To them, it’s just costumes. Imagine walking among them, blending in, tasting their world for one night. It’ll be unforgettable.”

Sirela glanced at Isabella. “That sounds... risky. We dont have any certificate for go to human town.”

“Or fun, We are in costume they cant recognize us” Phillip countered. He extended his hand to Isabella. “What do you say? Let’s make this Halloween one to remember.”

Isabella hesitated, glancing back at her friends. Evelina shrugged. “It’s your call, but it does sound like an adventure.”

Sirela smiled. “As long as we stick together, I’m in.”

Isabella looked back at Phillip, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Finally, she placed her hand in his. “Let’s do it.”

The streets of Hallowdale were alive with Halloween festivities. Humans, young and old, roamed the cobblestone streets in costumes ranging from classic witches and vampires to cartoon characters and superheroes. Strings of orange and purple lights illuminated the night, and the air buzzed with laughter and music.

Isabella and her friends fit right in, their supernatural beauty and elaborate costumes drawing compliments from passersby.

“This is amazing,” Sirela said, spinning in a circle as she took in the sights. “No one suspects a thing.”

A group of children dressed as pirates and fairies ran past them, giggling. Lysandra smiled. “We Humans really know how to have fun.”

"So, why were you celebrating with us?" Sirela said.

"I wanna celebrate among them but I rise and down among supernatural creature. They also think I'm a bloody vampire or a wild beast."

"So sorry." Felix nods.

Phillip guided the group to a small, cozy tavern at the edge of the square. The inside was warm and inviting, with glowing lanterns and a live band playing upbeat music. They found a corner table and settled in, blending seamlessly with the crowd.

As the night wore on, they laughed, danced, and shared stories. Phillip leaned toward Isabella, his voice low. “See? This is what I meant. Experiencing life through their eyes, even for just a moment. It’s... refreshing.”

Isabella nodded, her gaze softening. “You were right. This is special.”

Phillip smiled, his hand brushing against hers. “With you, every moment feels special.”

The warmth in his tone made Isabella’s heart skip a beat. She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, a human waiter arrived with a tray of drinks. “On the house,” he said, grinning. “For the best-dressed group in the room.”

The friends laughed, raising their glasses in a toast.

“To Halloween,” Isabella said, her eyes shining.

“To unforgettable nights,” Phillip added, clinking his glass against hers.

As the night wore on, they reveled in the joy of being part of the human world, even if just for a little while. For once, they weren’t defined by their powers or their bloodlines they were simply friends, celebrating life and the magic of the moment. But their peace never last.

“Who knew humans could be this fun?” Felix said, popping a candy into his mouth.

“Yeah, as long as no one howls,” Aurora teased, nudging him with a sly smile.

Isabella chuckled, her silver hair glinting under the orange glow of the lanterns. “Tonight, we’re just like them. Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.”

The music grew louder, a mix of upbeat tunes that kept the crowd lively. Everyone danced, their movements free and unrestrained. Even Phillip, usually stoic, swayed awkwardly to the beat, earning a laugh from Isabella.

“You’re terrible at this,” she teased.

“I never said I could dance,” Phillip replied, smirking.

Suddenly, the music shifted. It was subtle at first—a faint, eerie undertone beneath the cheerful melody. Then, without warning, the upbeat rhythm was replaced by something darker, something wrong. The sound was jagged, like screeching metal mixed with distorted whispers.

“What’s happening?” Sirela asked, her voice tense.

The humans didn’t notice. Their movements grew strange, jerky, and uncoordinated. Their laughter turned into gasps, their eyes glassy and unfocused.

“They’re compelled!” Felix shouted. “But… who did this!”

Before anyone could react, the humans started to rise. Slowly, unnaturally, their bodies floated into the air, heads tilted back as if pulled by an invisible force. A chill ran through the group.

“This isn’t us,” Isabella whispered, her voice shaking.

One by one, the humans’ necks snapped with a sickening crack. Their lifeless bodies dropped, but instead of hitting the ground, they vanished into dark pits that opened beneath them, swallowing them whole.

“What the hell is going on?!” Aurora screamed.

Phillip grabbed Isabella’s arm. “We need to move—”

But it was too late. The pits closed as quickly as they appeared, and the ground beneath their feet turned back to normal, as if nothing had happened. The street was empty now, eerily quiet.

“This is our fault,” Sirela said, her voice trembling. “We shouldn’t have come here. We don’t belong.”

“No!” Isabella snapped, her tone laced with guilt. “This… this wasn’t us. I know it wasn’t. It was..The Shadow being. He released but how?"

"When we gets out, they were behind us and you know the circular blade of mirror world is dissapeared. Sirela said.

The mist solidified into a blur of shadows. From it emerged a figure, tall and imposing, with crimson eyes that glowed like embers. It was Lucian. Before anyone could react, he lunged at Isabella with supernatural speed, grabbing her by the arm.

“Let her go!” Phillip shouted, his fangs bared.

Lucian smirked. “She’s mine now.”

In the blink of an eye, he and Isabella were gone, leaving the rest of them in stunned silence.

“Where… where did he take her?” Sirela asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“We have to go back,” Felix said firmly. “To the academy. We need to figure this out.”

Reluctantly, the group turned and made their way back, their joyous Halloween night now a haunting memory. The laughter and warmth they’d felt earlier were replaced by dread, guilt, and the unanswered question of what had just happened—and what would come next.