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 sound of Miss Faragonda's voice echoed in the courtyard as she announced the opening of the Wind Rider competition. "It is my honour and my pleasure to declare the annual Wind Rider competition open!" She called out, and the crowd cheered. "Specialists, mount your wind riders!"
I stretched my arms lazily and leaned back on the bench. The warm sunlight washed over me as I looked around. Bloom was sitting on my right, her eyes bright with excitement, while Stella was on my left, already hyping up Brandon. The others had gathered by the well, watching with varying levels of interest.
"I've always loved Wind Rider competitions," Tecna remarked with a thoughtful smile.
"Yeah, they're fine," I replied nonchalantly, my eyes scanning the scene. I wasn't really into these types of events, but it wasn't like I was going to waste my time with something better. At least it was a distraction.
"Ready, go!" Musa's voice rang out, and the competition began.
The boys started weaving through the obstacles—flaming cages, narrow rings, and hoops of fire. Their first real test was the flaming cages.
"That's my boy!" Stella yelled, pointing at Brandon. She was practically bouncing with pride.
I didn't share her enthusiasm. To me, it was all just another test of skills, one I couldn't care less about. Still, the occasional grunt or cheer did catch my attention.
I turned to see Bloom, who was now standing up, her gaze focused on Sky. "Sky looks nervous," she noted, a concerned frown on her face. Without waiting for a response, she stood and started to walk toward him.
I couldn't help but smirk. "That's one way to distract yourself," I muttered under my breath.
But before I could settle back into my quiet spot, I spotted Crystal standing off to the side, her arms crossed tightly. Her posture was tense, like something was weighing on her. I straightened up and walked over to her, a quiet sigh escaping my lips.
"Hey, Crys," I greeted casually, but her serious expression stopped me before I could say anything else.
She hesitated for a moment, looking down before finally meeting my gaze. "It's about our brother," she said quietly, almost as if speaking the words too loudly might make the situation worse. "Dad wants us home soon. He... wants to talk about him and says he has someone he wants us to meet." She paused, her voice thick with uncertainty. "But he didn't tell me much else."
The mention of our brother made my stomach twist, like a knot I couldn't undo. I bit back a sharp response, the irritation already bubbling up. "Typical Dad," I muttered under my breath, not bothering to hide the frustration in my tone. "He's always got something to say when it doesn't matter."
