"The Academy" Chapter 4 - [The Emperor]
[Y/N] was losing herself deep into the labyrinth of mysteries.
The corridors would whisper secrets to her, shadows of a promise waiting to be discovered.
One evening, as [Y/N] made her way through the moonlit gardens, her steps guided by the ethereal glow of the moon, she would find herself in front of a chapel, hidden at the far edge of the campus area...
Its ancient white stone walls were overgrowing with flowering vines, guarding the sacred space within.
[Y/N] was curious. This chapel wasn’t mentioned in the academy guidebook… Was it abandoned? And if it was… why?
As she inspected the stained glass windows, her boots crinkling playfully, she noticed that all of them were drastically different, depicting ancient rituals, erased by time but forever protected in the glass.
Or until they get shattered… another kind of “forever”.
[Y/N] was silent as the memories overflowed.
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A voice broke her out of the nightmares of the past.
A melody that pierced the night air, captivating each and every one of [Y/N]’s senses in a hypnosis.
The melancholic vocals echoed, taking her hand and guiding her into the chapel…
At that time, she didn’t know that her decision would set into motion a chain of events that would forever alter the course of her destiny and lead her down a path she could never have imagined.
As she finally entered the chapel, she saw a lady. The celestial spotlight created by the stained glass on this moonlit night enveloped her silhouette.
She was the source of the song.
Her golden hair resembled the Sun itself. The pale skin on her arms, which were locked in prayer, sparkled like quartz.
Along with her voice, the ends of her frilly white dress were flowing ever so softly.
Crescendo.
[Y/N]’s heart skipped a beat…
Two…
Three.
And then it completely stopped.
The very last thing she saw at that moment, right before she collapsed, were the crying eyes of an angel.
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Everything was dark.
She couldn’t move at all in this void.
She didn’t know where she was. She couldn’t recall anything.
All of a sudden, a source of light appeared.
The small sparkle revealed the entire scenery. The academy was burning… Dark shadows consuming everything left and right. Dark violet flames that been constrained for too long were breaking out. There were no screams. Everyone was dead.
What is all this…?
A memory…?
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“Awake, [Y/N]…”
A voice as soothing as a lullaby...
“It's time to face the dawn and embrace the new day that awaits.”
The melody of the angelic lady kissed her eardrums once again.
The Sun’s light above, [Y/N]’s eyelashes fluttered open like the first blossoms of spring.
