After losing your family, you are taken in by Stella's parents. At Alfea, the school for fairies, you begin to heal and form new friendships. Follow your journey as you uncover secrets about your origin that you never knew.
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The cold seats of the Auditorium creaked beneath me as I sat back, feeling the weight of the task at hand settling over me. Faragonda's voice broke through the heavy silence, her words sharp and precise, as if she'd done this a thousand times before.
"We're ready, Professor Palladium," Miss Faragonda said, her tone steady as ever. "Let the simulation begin."
Palladium, standing in the center of the room, glanced over us all, his eyes piercing and deliberate. "These hollow projections are drawn from the actual memories of fairies," he stated, his voice low, almost like he was announcing the beginning of something tedious.
Of course, there was the obligatory groan from the group. It was hard to muster any real enthusiasm for more learning when the danger we were facing was already so overwhelming.
"Now then, girls," Faragonda began, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "You're about to learn the history of the Wizards of the Black Circle."
A hologram flickered to life before us, pictures dancing across the air. The images showed fairies in peaceful harmony with Earth, the land glowing with life and magic.
"That's Earth," Tecna gasped, her voice full of awe as she recognized the landscape.
"You're right, Tecna," Faragonda confirmed, her gaze unwavering as the story began to unfold. "Their story begins in the human world, in a time when Earth's energy was in the magical hands of fairies. They dispensed that energy through air, water, and fire. But that all changed when four men arrived. The Wizards of the Black Circle."
The next image flickered, revealing the four figures who had attacked us—men cloaked in shadow, their faces full of malice. I couldn't help but clench my jaw at the sight. They were the ones who had made this personal.
"That's them!" Stella exclaimed, her voice laced with fury.
"We want a rematch!" Musa growled, her fists clenched at her sides.
"Yeah!" Layla agreed, her voice just as charged with anger.
I couldn't care less about a rematch. The whole thing seemed like a waste of time. But I knew better than to voice that right now. Instead, I crossed my arms, leaning back as if bored with the entire situation. These projections, these holograms—they didn't matter. What mattered was stopping them. But that required thinking. Strategizing. I liked to leave the dramatics to others.
Faragonda held up a hand to silence the others. "Calm down. You must learn about your enemies before you can defeat them," she said, her voice steady but carrying the weight of the truth. "Their dark magic is almost impossible to defeat."
