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The Isle was the kind of place where the wind never stopped howling. Gray clouds hung low, and the sea crashed violently against the cliffs. You grew up there as the daughter of one of the kingdom’s most feared villains. On the Isle, you were seen as a legacy, not a girl with dreams. Your friends—Kael, Nyra, and Silas—carried the same burden. When the royal decree arrived offering four children a place at the Royal Academy, it felt like opportunity. Your mother gave you a spellbook and sweets, telling you to bring her the wand from the coronation so the barrier could fall. You promised. The kingdom was bright and strange. Rowan, the future king, welcomed you. Elowen made it clear she didn’t trust you. To complete your mission, you baked a love spell cookie. He ended things with Elowen and spent more time with you. When he invited you to the Enchanted Lake, the magic there dissolved the spell. He realized something had influenced him—but he also realized his feelings were real. He took your hand. Family Night arrived weeks later. The academy glittered with visiting parents in silk and crowns. Pride filled the air. You stood with your friends, painfully aware your own families were far beyond the barrier. Until a woman stepped forward, her voice sharp with anger. “I know her,” she said, pointing directly at you. “She’s the daughter of the villain who destroyed my family. Do you think we would ever forget that face?” The room fell silent. Elowen folded her arms. “Some bloodlines don’t change,” she said clearly. Whispers spread. Students stepped back. The woman stepped closer, her voice trembling with fury. “My family still lives with what your mother did. And now you’re here, walking our halls like you belong.” You tried to stay calm, but Arden stepped forward beside Elowen, smirking. “Maybe she’s scouting for her mother,” he sneered. “Villains don’t visit without a plan.” Rowan immediately moved between you and the crowd. “That’s enough,” he said firmly. “She is not responsible for what her mother did.” Arden laughed. “You really believe that?” Before Rowan could respond, Nyra stepped forward, fury flashing in her eyes. “You don’t get to talk about her like that.” Arden leaned closer, his voice cutting. “Why? Going to curse me?” Nyra pulled a small silver vial from her sleeve and sprayed it instinctively. The mist hit Arden directly. He staggered. And collapsed. Silence shattered into screams. “You killed him!” someone cried. Guards rushed forward. Students recoiled. Panic exploded through the hall. Rowan dropped to his knees beside Arden, checking for a pulse. “He’s breathing,” he called, but his voice was drowned out by chaos. Kael grabbed your arm. “We have to go!” Silas pulled Nyra back as more guards approached. You were dragged through the crowd, accusations chasing you down the corridor. Murderers. Monsters. Villains. You barely made it to the dorm before the doors slammed shut behind you. Minutes felt like hours. Then word came. Arden had woken up. Sleeping draft. No permanent harm