Lucian sat in his dimly lit room, the curtains drawn to block out the faint glow of the moon. The only light came from a single flickering candle on the wooden table beside him. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes hollow, his jaw clenched as he stared at the young human girl standing before him. She trembled, her pale arm extended as he held her wrist, feeding.

His fangs sank deeper into her flesh, his anger spilling into every movement. Blood trickled down her arm as his grip tightened. The girl whimpered, but Lucian didn’t care. He was lost in his thoughts—his mind consumed by the image of Salena Varro.

How could she do this? Why did she feed on him and vanish without a word? He released the girl with a growl, shoving her arm aside as she stumbled back against the wall. His voice was cold, trembling with rage.

"Get out," he snarled. The girl hesitated, but one look at his burning eyes was enough. She fled the room without looking back.

Lucian sank back into his chair, rubbing his temple. His hands were trembling, his chest heaving with the weight of betrayal. He poured himself a glass of wine laced with blood and downed it in one go. The taste did little to calm his nerves.

A faint blur of movement caught his eye. He froze, his heightened senses sharpening as he turned towards the door.

And there she was.

Salena Varro stood leaning against the doorway, her dark, silky hair cascading over her face. She wore a black leather jacket over a tight shirt, her heels clicking softly as she stepped into the room. Her smirk was slow, deliberate, mocking.

Lucian’s breath hitched. For a moment, all the anger, all the questions faded, replaced by a gut-wrenching longing. She looked exactly the same as the day he last saw her, a perfect storm of beauty and chaos.

“You look... miserable,” Salena said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy, her voice as smooth as silk. She tilted her head, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Is this what I’ve reduced you to?”

Lucian’s jaw tightened. “You fed on me and disappeared. Again. What the hell did you expect?”

Salena laughed softly, the sound low and dangerous, as she sauntered closer. Her heels clicked against the wooden floor with every step. “Oh, Lucian, always so dramatic.” She gestured around the room. “It’s cute, though. This whole brooding-in-the-dark thing suits you.”

He shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. His voice was a growl, full of fury and hurt. “Don’t act like you didn’t mean to hurt me. You knew exactly what you were doing when you left. Why come back now?”

Her smirk faltered for a moment, her dark eyes flashing with something unreadable. “You want the truth?” She stepped closer, close enough for him to catch the faint scent of her, smoky and sweet, intoxicating. “When the dragons locked me away, when they sealed me in that coffin, do you know who kept me alive? Who gave me the strength to survive?”

Her voice hardened, cutting through the air like a blade. “Luka. He fought for me. He bled for me. He died for me.” She leaned in, her tone growing colder. “And where were you, Lucian? Where were you when I needed you most?”

Her words struck him like a blow, his anger faltering. “I thought you were dead, Salena. They told me you were gone. I”

She cut him off with a bitter laugh, stepping even closer. Her fingers trailed lightly over his chest, her touch sending a shiver down his spine. “You thought wrong.”

Lucian grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but trembling. “Why are you here, Salena? What do you want from me?”

Her smirk returned, her tone softening as she looked up at him, her face inches from his. “Oh, Lucian... you’ve always been so easy to play.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as her hand slid up to the back of his neck. “Maybe I missed you. Maybe I wanted to see if you’re still the same hopeless fool who fell for me.”

Before he could respond, her lips were on his, a fierce and fiery kiss that drowned out all his anger, all his doubt. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as the room seemed to spin around them. For a moment, nothing else existed—just her.

But then, as quickly as it began, she pulled away. Her eyes met his, filled with something he couldn’t quite place. He touched her face, his voice a desperate whisper. “Do you still love me?”

She paused, her smirk fading into something colder, sharper. Her voice was soft but laced with venom. “I never loved you, Lucian.”

The words hit him like a dagger to the chest. She stepped back, her expression unyielding, her tone ruthless. “I did what I had to do to survive. You were just... convenient.”

And then she was gone, vanishing in a blur of motion that left the room silent and empty.

Lucian stood frozen for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in. His knees buckled, and he sank to the floor, his hands shaking as he stared at the spot where she’d stood. He closed his eyes, her voice echoing in his mind.

“I never loved you.”

The glass of wine tipped over on the table, blood-red liquid pooling on the floor beside him. But Lucian didn’t move. He was lost, consumed by the pain of a love he thought was real.

Its morning, the selected students gathered in the central courtyard, where a grand announcement ceremony was being held. Professor Adam's, with his sharp suit and commanding presence, stepped forward.

“Ladies and gentlemen, after careful deliberation, I’ve chosen ten students for the Arcane Ascendancy event. This will be a week-long test of your abilities, intelligence, and leadership. Let’s start with the tenth spot.”

The crowd buzzed with anticipation as he spoke.

“Our tenth participant is Maria Myrtle from the second year!”
A round of applause erupted. Maria blushed as she stepped forward, her shy smile lighting up her face. But among the clapping hands, Aurora Rubyrose watched her with narrowed, jealous eyes.

“Ninth, Luna Jexon, also from the second year!”
Cheers rang out again, and Luna joined Maria.

“Our eighth is… Sirela Sombra from the first year!”
Isabella and Lysandra cheered loudly, blowing Sirela kisses. She winked at them and took her place.

“Seventh, Salena Varro!”
As Professor say her name Isabella and get shocked like she get current. She realised that is Salena Varro the one she released from coffin and sh start heavy breathing but controlling herself cause she is a vampire and if she felt her fear she will definitely killed her.

Salena walked confidently to Sirela’s side, her graceful demeanor earning her even more cheers. Lysandra being jealous while Sirela staring at her beauty and balck dress. Salena seeing straight.

Professor Adam's continued the list: Sarah Smith, Isabella Valeria, Lysandra, Angelina Jolie, and Nancy Reagan. As the list narrowed, Aurora grew more anxious, her hands clenched tightly. When her name was finally called as the first-place student, she gasped, tears streaming down her face.

“Congratulations, girl!”Lysandra said, grabbing Isabella’s hand. “You did it!” The two jumped in excitement before hugging tightly. But Isabella excitemet is fake and Lysandra realised it "what the hell is wrong with you?"

Isabella replies "I'll explain everything but not here after class. And tonight we are going to ancient library. The place where we can find clues for back my powers." She staring at Salena.

Professor Adam's raised his hand, silencing the crowd. “Welcome, Miss Supreme Mystics. This event isn’t just about charm and beauty. It’s about showcasing magical prowess, intelligence, and leadership. Among you ten, one will be crowned, representing Mecatopia Academy and hosting next year’s event. Prepare yourselves, after a week take your clothes and come here for 7 days. Thank you."

The crowd dispersed, but the excitement lingered in the air.

As the courtyard cleared, Phillip stand infront of Isabella, his red eyes glowing softly. “Congratulations, Isabella. I knew you’d make it.”
She turned to him, “Thanks, Phillip. We have got a problem.”

The afternoon sun bathed the academy courtyard, where Isabella and her friends had gathered near the fountain. The air was buzzing with the usual chatter and laughter, but today, the group's focus was locked on a single topic.

Standing a few feet away, a girl with an aura of otherworldly beauty was catching everyone’s attention. Her long raven-black hair shimmered in the sunlight, and her piercing emerald eyes seemed to hold centuries of secrets. Students whispered as they passed her, stealing glances and murmuring her name.

Isabella folded her arms, her expression unreadable. “You see her?” she asked, her tone laced with a strange mix of pride and apprehension.

“That’s Salena Varro,” Isabella said finally, her voice breaking the tension like a thunderclap. “The one who was trapped in a coffin for centuries. And yes, I’m the one who released her… thanks to Lucian.”

The group froze.

Felix stepped forward, his brows furrowing. “You’re kidding, right?” His tone was sharp, almost accusatory.

“I wish I was,” Isabella replied. “But no. That girl isn’t just anyone. She’s Salena Varro.”

The name hung in the air like a storm cloud. Sirela glanced nervously at the girl, her eyes wide with fear. “Wait, wait,” Sirela stammered. “The Salena Varro? The Vampire who could manipulate minds and destroy entire Kingdoms?”

Phillip nodded grimly. “The same. She’s not just dangerous, she’s a walking legend. Salena Varro’s power was unmatched back in her time. They say she could charm anyone, bend them to her will, and leave destruction in her wake without lifting a finger.”

“Great,” Lysandra muttered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just what we need another legendary psycho roaming the school.”

Sirela leaned against the fountain, smirking. “You know,” she began, her voice laced with mock seriousness, “she might be beautiful, but let’s not overdo it. She’s no Lysandra.”

Everyone turned to Sirela, stifling laughs.

“I mean, look at her,” Sirela continued, gesturing dramatically toward Salena. “Perfect hair, perfect skin, piercing eyes. Sure, she’s gorgeous. But honestly, Lysandra, you’ve got… well, you’ve got something.”

Lysandra rolled her eyes. “Oh, thank you so much, Sirela. Your sarcasm is truly a gift.”

“No, really,” Sirela pressed, her tone as exaggerated as ever. “You’ve got charm. You’ve got… uh… personality! You’re like a rare flower that only blooms in winter when nobody’s looking.”

This time, the group couldn’t hold it in. Isabella covered her mouth to muffle her laugh, but Phillip and Felix both burst out laughing, their attempts at restraint failing miserably.

“Alright, Sirela, that’s enough,” Isabella said, trying to compose herself, though her smile betrayed her amusement.

Sirela shrugged. “Hey, I’m just saying, if we’re all going to die because of Salena Varro, at least Lysandra can go knowing she was almost the prettiest girl here.”

The group dissolved into laughter again, even Lysandra cracking a reluctant smile.

Phillip’s face grew serious as the laughter died down. “Jokes aside,” he said, his voice low, “we need to be careful. Salena isn’t someone to underestimate. If she’s awake, there’s a reason. And if she’s here… it might be for something precious.”

Isabella and Lysandra makes her way through the school's winding corridors, their destination clear in their mind. The ancient library, with its wealth of forgotten knowledge, is the only place they can think of that might provide the answers they seeks.

The door to the ancient library creaks open, revealing rows upon rows of towering bookshelves. The air is thick with dust, and the silence is almost oppressive. Isabella steps inside, the echo of her footsteps the only sound.

Isabella (Whispering) "This place always feels so... timeless."

"Yea' Lysandra replies.

They begins to explore, running her fingers along the spines of old tomes and parchment scrolls. The books are covered in a fine layer of dust, a testament to how rarely they are disturbed. She pulls out a few volumes, leafing through the pages, but finds nothing of immediate relevance.

Isabella (Frustrated) "There has to be something here. Some clue, some hint."

They moves deeper into the library, their eyes searching for anything that stands out. Despite her lots of search, she is standing empty-handed. The symbols from her dream and any mention of the crown elude her.

As she pauses to rest, leaning against a bookshelf, her thoughts drift back to Lucian. Why did he need her blood? What connection did it have to the vision she saw? The questions swirl in her mind, unanswered and growing more urgent by the minute.

Isabella (Determined) "I won't give up. There has to be a way to uncover the truth."

She stand up again start finding again but this time she is in the last section of library.

She stumbles upon a dusty, forgotten corner filled with old tomes and scrolls. As she pulls the last one old book from the shelf, she turn her eyes off and whispering please this book will help me, this book will help me. When she open her eyes she saw the last book also useless, than she sit with lean of the wall, she notices a faint glow emanating from the floor beneath her.

She calls Lysandra and with running she comes and with Curiousity, they clear away the dust and reveals something written on it, than she saw the other tiles start glowing she beautifully ornate 12 tiles, each with a different lines and faintly glowing runes around the shine.