All the chapters so far, listed according to the Timeline.
Melodies of Destiny Arc
May - June 2016
The Beginning - Vladislaus' dilemma
The Bite - Sofia and Leon's transformation
The Transformation - Sof and Leo's first meeting
Place of Comfort - S & L's First vampire battle
Copperdale - Balance of school & occult
Fuuka's Curse - A look on Fuuka's curse
Fuuka and Leon - Two MCs' First meeting
July 2016
Warren Hargreave and Noctis Lucis Caelum
Seeking Answers - Leon and Sofia's nature call
Vladislaus Straud - Leon and Sofia's introduction to Straud
August 2016
Who We Are - Fuuka's acceptance
The Vatores - Leon's first training and Caleb's suspicion
September 2016
San Myshuno Visit - Leon's rising attention
Crossroads of Destiny Arc
Candy Behr, Yuki Behr, Candy's Old Friends, Lux Demarco
Leon's Looming Decision - Weighing Fuuka and San Myshuno
Ultimate Decision - Leon's Realization
October 2016
Fuuka's Problem - Between occult and Leon
Occult Worlds - Bridging Werewolves and Vampires
November 2016
Sofia's Meets Fuuka - A realization and confrontation
Sofia's Irresistible Vampirism - Sofia plans to fulfill her nature
Werewolves at Odds - Sofia's infiltration on the werewolves
Payment to Destiny 1 - A Foreshadowing
Payment to Destiny 2 - Fuuka's Decision
Sokolov and Denisov - Ambitious Teen Vampires facing jealousy
Sokolov and Denisov (2) - Sofia and Leon proving their worth
Sokolov and Denisov (3) - The Confrontation
December 2016
Prom Prelude - Approaching prom
Prom Prelude 2 - Leon and Fuuka's anticipation
Life Outside Windenburg - Alisa, Aqua, Ruby's introduction
(The Peak of Windenburg Stories)
Prom - A Night to Remember (1)
Prom - A Night to Remember (2)
Prom - A Night to Remember (3)
Prom: A Night to Forget - The Last Chapter of Windenburg Stories
Windenburg Stories: Epilogue
San Myshuno Stories, sequel to Windenburg Stories, is coming soon.
Laila shook her head. “She never told me anything.”
Miyu glanced at her, silently questioning Fuuka’s somber reaction. Laila hesitated before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think… every time someone brings up her spellcaster nature, she starts gazing into the distance, her lips curving downward… like she’s remembering something painful.”
“There’s no escaping the duties, is there?” Fuuka suddenly spoke, turning back toward them.
Of course, she had heard Laila’s quiet words. And she wasn’t wrong. Every reminder of her spellcaster nature brought along another—the Golden Rule.
Faba’s voice echoed in her mind once more. I forbid you, Fuuka. He is a vampire.
"I am sorry, Isuka," Miyu said, "but, knowing who you are, the Sage of Mischief's successor, and you being here, drives me to help you ensure you do not stray from the path of a spellcaster, albeit Faba-san's claim of sending you here to live a normal school life, only sparingly train your magic when you can.
"I heard about Faba's rise to Sage of Mischief. It is full of peril and trial, Isuka. It would be wise to... rebel... a little and keep training vigorously."
Fuuka gazed upon the shrine, the conduit for fast travel to Glimmerbrook. With a sigh of resignation, she spoke once more, "Very well. What more can you tell me?"
Smiling upon Fuuka's submission to the reminder of her nature. "I will introduce you to a fellow spellcaster, Tohno Mahoroha. I consider myself as a good spellcaster, but I do not possess the spells to open the portal."
Miyu turned around to leave, stopping just for a moment to deliver one last line before leaving. "She's in 1B. I'll let her know. Besides, you can make some friends from other class too, if you wish."
The next day...
"So, you live near where we live, and near the shrine. What a coincidence and convenience, Isuka-san." Tohno took her phone and added Fuuka in her contact. "If you want, we can travel there today. I've got some things to do at Glimmerbrook either way."
Meanwhile, at the library...
Miyu, deep in thought over her next chess move, finally broke the silence with a pointed remark. “I really do not like how Kenji and Itsuki keep trying to pull Fuuka to their side. I think Itsuki is even trying to matchmake her with his cousin.”
Hakuo, already prepared, swiftly moved her knight as planned. “And? What if it’s true? As much as I enjoy hanging out with her, we can't control who Fuuka wants to hang out with.”
Miyu countered immediately, blocking Hakuo’s next move. “Hakuo, you of all people know that Kenji never takes relationships seriously.” Her tone hardened. “Fuuka… she has someone far away, but I suppose it is complicated. I can tell. I do not want her to fall into the same trap as Hye-jin.”
She had only realized it last night—when she reminded Fuuka of her spellcaster nature. That reaction… it wasn’t just about something. It was about someone.
Hye-jin Kang of 1B. One of Kenji’s many exes. The once soft-spoken, pure-hearted girl had undergone a drastic change after getting involved with him. Not all of it was bad—Kenji had encouraged her to embrace herself—but she had transformed into what the Komorebi students nicknamed the fox-lady, the fierce and charismatic captain of Komorebi High’s women’s basketball team.
Hakuo let out a small chuckle. “They really don’t give up, do they? Itsuki even nearly convinced Kurokawa to try her luck with Kenji. And we both know how hard things have been for Kurokawa ever since Aqua transferred to Myshuno High.”
Miyu’s gaze sharpened, her resolve clear. “I think… we should involve Fuuka in our council election plans. Maybe as treasurer. Or secretary.”
Hakuo nodded, already considering another option. “And I’ll recommend her for the archery club. She has sharp eyes—I can tell. This way, she’ll have an excuse not to spend time with them.”
"Speaking of San Myshuno... how'd it go? You have not told me anything about it yet ever since you returned."
Hakuo leaned her back on the chair, eyes still on the chessboard. "Oh, well, you know, the usual stuff. It was great, being there, you'd actually see the finer side of Itsuki. She was really committed to the small role we play at our gig there.
"We met Penny Pizzazz... well, who doesn't know her?"
"Then, we saw the lead cast herself, Karina Ceballos, with her friends, the rising star musician, Sofia Bjergsen, and the Tartosan returning musician, Leonyubi. He gave me and Itsuki a friendly nod and wave as he saw us staring at his group."
"At some point, we even got to talk to Bjergsen when she drinks alone. She's nice, but I can't stop staring at that weird necklace she wore that contrasted with her outfit."
"All in all, it was fun. I'd like to travel there again sometime. Here's hoping I get another gig there."
Miyu crossed her arms. "You have not told me why you returned later than Itsuki. You know that girl Navarro of 1B keeps making fun of her for being less popular than you."
"Well, for that, Miyu... it's a secret," said Hakuo as she placed her index finger on her lips.
Kurisu smirked. "Admit it, Natsume. Hakuo has more popularity and gigs than you."
Itsuki sneers. "Hey! That isn't true! Did you say that just because she spent more time at San Myshuno than me?"
The lively spring air filled the third week of classes at Komorebi High, a school often compared to the prestigious Myshuno High and Del Sol Elite. It was during this time that Hakuo finally returned, her arrival delayed due to a major audition in San Myshuno alongside Itsuki.
Recalling Laila's admiration for Hakuo, Fuuka wasted no time in introducing herself.
She’s absolutely stunning! That smooth pink hair looks as if she was born with it! That was the first thought that crossed Fuuka’s mind upon seeing Hakuo in person.
“You must be Fuuka Isuka, the new transfer student. I’ve heard about you from Miyu,” Hakuo said with a friendly smile. “She mentioned how you had all the boys turning their heads the moment you walked into class.”
Fuuka let out a nervous laugh. “Ah, that… I’m not really sure how to respond to that.”
As their conversation continued in class, Fuuka brought up Laila’s admiration for Hakuo, expecting only a polite response. Instead, she was surprised by Hakuo’s genuine enthusiasm at the prospect of meeting her fan.
“Do you live nearby?” Hakuo asked.
“Yes, in Wakaba. Not far from Izakaya Ippai.”
Hakuo gave a small nod, her sharp gaze scanning Fuuka as if assessing her carefully. “Well then, maybe we should hang out sometime. Have you introduced yourself to Miyu Kagirohi yet?”
Later, when Miyu arrived in class, Hakuo shared her idea of spending time with Fuuka after school. Miyu seemed agreeable to the plan, but deep down, something about Fuuka intrigued her—an unmistakable aura, one that could only belong to a spellcaster. Just like her.
Lately, the Natsume cousins—both Kenji and Itsuki—had developed an unusual habit of staring at Fuuka with an intensity that made her uneasy. She wasn’t sure what to make of it, but their gazes lingered long enough for her to notice.
Was it... because I easily approach Hakuo whilst I kept turning down Kenji's offer to lunch?
Still, school carried on as usual. The day passed in a blur of lessons and chatter, and before long, the sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over Komorebi. With the final bell ringing, Fuuka was finally free to hang out with Hakuo and Miyu for the first time, also introducing Laila to her idol at the same time.
The hangout went pleasantly, with Laila managing to keep her cool and not let her inner fangirl show too much.
As they chatted, the conversation naturally shifted toward Laila, with Miyu and Hakuo learning that she was in her final year of middle school in Senbamachi.
“I like your makeup, Laila,” Hakuo remarked, studying her face with a keen eye. “For a middle schooler, you’re really good at it.”
Caught off guard by the compliment, Laila let out a nervous laugh. “Well… actually, I was inspired by you, Hakuo.”
Hakuo smiled. “Ah, you flatter me.”
Miyu chuckled. “Well, she is an ‘influencer’ for a reason. Oh, and for a transfer student, your Komorebino is... fluent.”
"I mostly learn from Fuuka."
"Well, it looks like everyone here is an inspiring figure for Laila. I wonder if I can influence you too."
As their hangout came to an end, a small crowd of locals began to gather around Hakuo. She had planned to head home just like the others, but with so many eager to talk to her, she stayed behind. Meanwhile, Miyu, Laila, and Fuuka decided to continue on their way.
Rather than taking the usual route, Miyu led them along a more scenic path, the towering Nishidake Shrine standing in the distance. Though not far from where Fuuka and Laila lived, its presence felt more imposing under the evening sky.
“Well, I’m sure you two know why I took you on the longer path,” Miyu said, her tone calm yet purposeful.
Fuuka’s expression tensed. “You want to talk about us being spellcasters.”
“Indeed,” Miyu confirmed without hesitation. “After all, we have detected each other already the moment you first entered 1A weeks ago.”
Fuuka sighed. “Kagirohi-san… Laila and I came here to experience a normal school life.”
“I know. And I have no intention of pressuring you into magical studies,” Miyu reassured. “I’ve heard from… someone… that you were sent here for that purpose.”
“Then…?” Fuuka hesitated.
“Did you know that the Nishidake Shrine is a conduit— a hidden path to Glimmerbrook?”
Laila and Fuuka’s eyes widened in shock.
"Wait, so... Kaori..."
"Yes. She knows of our nature, Isuka." She took a deep breath. "There are many humans who possessed wide array of the occult world, and it is natural for me to share information to fellow spellcasters."
Miyu was right. Laila and Fuuka would need to go to Glimmerbrook in a flash at some point.
"Besides," Miyu continued, "how else would you think Charm-san come here all the way from Glimmerbrook to teach us at school?"
It made sense now. Emilia Charm, 1A's homeroom teacher, in reunion with Fuuka back then, raised questions on how she'd be here and be at Glimmerbrook within a blink of an eye. She was so curious that she didn't bother to ask Emilia.
"Norewood-san... 1B's homeroom teacher is also from Glimmerbrook. Our school is full of occult people, Isuka. There's also a Friend of a Werewolf Pack here, Aubrey Bloom of 1B.
"Then, there's my roommate, Tohno Mahoroha from 1B. The list goes on. You know Lean Hampelmann? The one who's always glued to Itsuki? He possesses many knowledge of the occult world, just like Rena Senshimirai from our class."
"Fuuka, you do know that Komorebi High has a lot of notable students, don't you?"
"Indeed. I don't live under the rock, Laila."
Komorebi's Top Influencer, Hakuo...
Actresses Akane Kurokawa and Itsuki Natsume...
Basketball Stars Kenji Natsume and Kurisu Navarro...
The list went on... Senja Hadinata, a well-known story writer. Souta Matsuda, both Foxbury and Britechester were on a tug-of-war game to secure his name on their university.
And many more yet to be seen... E-Sports stars, more athletes, actors and actresses, children of business tycoons, and whatnot.
Lastly, of course, Fuuka Isuka herself...
"But, they don't know that I 'am' her," Fuuka said.
Her single that she wrote with the help and composed together with Leon not several months ago, Sorrow, shocked the world by breaching the top-20 leaderboard, remaining so until then. But, what shocked the world was that Fuuka chose to remain anonymous.
After several tiring days, Fuuka and Laila finally settled on their new home at Komorebi. As instructed by Faba, they were to live normally just like before, and surprisingly, Faba wanted them practice less and focus on their studies academic more.
"Speaking of school, how's your first at Komorebi High?" Laila suddenly shifted to Komorebino, her eyes glued to the TV in front of her.
"You're getting better!" Fuuka remarked at Laila's Komorebino. "Well, as for school, nothing special aside from everyone eyeing you as you introduce yourself."
Laila chuckled. "Same, same here."
Earlier that day...
"I am Isuka Fuuka, I recently transferred from Copperdale High."
Murmurs instantly filled the classroom. Everyone's eyes momentarily fell upon Kaori Nishidake, who'd just returned from the exchange program on Copperdale. Fuuka had just realized now that it was Kaori that she knew all along, with her once blue and pink hair dyed back to black, delaying Fuuka's realization.
Fuuka flinched a little on his name. No one seemed to notice except Kaori. After giving a bow, the sensei directed Fuuka to take an empty seat in the middle.
Copperdale High?
Isn't that where that new guy of Myshuno Giants Liam Beckett go to before his transfer?
I heard that school has many after-school activities like us.
Yeah... and that's where Leon Kurnia go to, just like Liam. Fuuka flinched a little upon his name being mentioned.
The one who sat next to Kaori, Dong-hyun Park, eyed her momentarily, as if studying her through her soft-spoken and polite words. Quite normal routine for a class representative indeed.
However, the boy who sat in front of him, Kenji. He eyed her longer than the others, even after the sensei already returned on the lesson. Only after Park called him out to snap back to the lesson, he finally turned to the whiteboard.
When the day wrapped up, Fuuka sat next to Kaori.
They caught on each other, filling the gaps of time after their respective departures from Windenburg. Kaori didn't know she'd be seeing her again like this since she and Kiyoshi left Windenburg sooner than Fuuka, and even Leon and Sofia did.
"Where's... Kiyoshi, by the way?"
"He didn't come to school today. He is with the Sports Ministry on a visit to Mount Komorebi, it's definitely about skiing."
"Yes... I remember, Kiyoshi's a rising-star, isn't he?"
Komorebi High might appear humble on its appearance, just like Copperdale High. Some even said it stood equal to Myshuno High in comparison.
Behind, there stood Itsuki Natsume and her cousin, Kenji. Almost as if typical, the two invited her to hangout after school. Fuuka, who learned to read people's motives from Leon, politely refused as she noticed Itsuki's amusement on Kenji inviting Fuuka.
Kenji's lingering smile and him not pressing her further seemed surprising.
"And that is all about it, I guess. It's not my first day at school, so, it is what it is, Laila."
"Still, I can't believe you get to be in the same class as Itsuki Natsume and the goddess herself, Hakuo!"
Fuuka chuckled. "It's... rather underwhelming, Laila. For starters, I didn't see Hakuo-san today, and Natsume, she's... well-
"...the opposite of what you described about Hakuo... she and her cousin Kenji... they aren't exactly... saints. But, luckily, our class rep, Park, is always vigilant on those two."
Laila nervously giggled. "Well, r-rich kids... I suppose. They have ties to the Natsume Corporation, after all. I wonder if their soon-to-be CEO cousin on the city are like them?"
(Newcrest... Leon and Sofia were awaiting Octavia Moon's representative.)
Leon scanned the menu thorougly, glancing at Sofia, who appeared to know what to order.
“Feels strange being here, doesn’t it?”
Sofia looked up, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Yeah... leaving Windenburg behind, it’s surreal. But hey, we’re here now, right? It’s what we wanted.”
Leon nodded. “Arnessa took it better than I expected when I told her. She just said, ‘I knew this day would come.’ Turns out, the whole move to Windenburg was her way of preparing me. If I’d stayed in Tartosa, I wouldn't be able to explore the modern music. She wanted me to see there was more out there.”
Then, the matter about the Bjergsens.
Leon smirked. “I could tell. Your dad looked ready to throw me out when I said you were leaving.”
Sofia laughed softly. “Well, he wasn’t wrong to worry. You know how they always treated me as second-best, but I'm still his little girl.”
“In the end, they realized they’d been holding you back,” Leon finished for her.
“Yeah. It was like a switch flipped. And then Elsa...” Sofia trailed off, her expression shifting to one of quiet guilt.
“She really looks up to you,” Leon said gently.
Sofia sighed. “I didn’t realize how much until she said she wanted to be like me. I’ve been so... dismissive of her. Always harboring grudges for her, too focused on myself. But now, I think I understand.”
Then, their departure from the occult world.
Sofia tapped her fork against her plate thoughtfully. “Do you think Vlad meant it? About giving us his blessing?”
Leon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “He knew this was coming too. He’s not the type to lie about something like that.”
“I guess,” Sofia murmured. “Still feels weird. Leaving the occult world behind, even temporarily.”
Leon nodded slowly. “It’s not forever. He made that clear. If they ever need us again, they’ll call.”
Sofia smiled faintly. “Guess we’ll just have to be ready when they do.”
But, then, the hardest part would be Fuuka.
Leon’s gaze drifted down to the table, his voice quieter now. “The hardest part... was saying goodbye to Fuuka, again.”
Sofia looked at him, her expression softening.
“I went to Havisham House before we left this morning,” Leon continued. “It was brief. We didn’t even say much. I just... stroked her cheek like I did that night at Plumbite Pier.”
Interestingly enough, Leon left Windenburg sooner than Fuuka herself, as she'd leave the next day Leon left.
Sofia reached across the table, placing her hand over his. “She’ll be okay, Leon. And so will you.”
Leon smiled faintly, his eyes still distant. “Yeah... I hope so.”
She didn’t turn around but felt his presence as Leon came closer. A soft smile played on her lips. "It’s beautiful, isn’t it? This night." Her voice was steady, warm, but her fingers trembled ever so slightly.
Leon stopped beside her, his breath visible in the cold air. He gazed out at the serene landscape for a moment, then turned his attention to her. "Yeah," he replied with a soft smile. "It’s been… magical. It’s hard to believe how much has happened these past few months. Five? Six, maybe? And now… here we are."
Fuuka finally looked at him, her eyes glistening like the snow falling around them. She wanted to savor this moment, to hold onto the warmth he brought.
Leon hesitated, then reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek. Fuuka’s smile widened slightly, leaning into his touch, not stopping him. For once, she let herself feel the closeness without holding back.
"You’ve been so important to me," Leon said softly, his voice steady yet laced with an unspoken sadness. "I just… I wish this moment could carry on forever."
The word hung in the air like the snowflakes drifting down. Fuuka’s smile faltered ever so slightly, her eyes widening. She searched his expression, and in his gaze, she saw it—the understanding, the quiet acceptance. Somehow, Leon had pieced it together.
Fuuka straightened, pushing aside her emotions to keep her composure. She smiled again, this time a little brighter, though it was fragile.
"Thank you… for all of it. I’ll remember this night for the rest of my life." Tears started welling her eyes.
Leon’s lips pressed into a thin line, his sharp gaze softening. "That… sounds like something someone would say if they were about to say goodbye."
Leon exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropping ever so slightly. "I knew," he admitted quietly. "I’ve felt it for weeks now. Don’t ask me how, Fuuka. I just… knew."
Silence fell between them for a moment, the soft sound of snow landing on the pier filling the space.
Finally, Fuuka spoke, her voice trembling just a little. "Leon, you’ve made my life so much brighter. I’ll always be grateful for the memories we’ve made. And… I hope that someday… maybe someday…"
"Someday," he echoed with a nod, his voice calm but full of emotion. "I’ll hold onto that hope too. Wherever you go… don’t forget that you have a place here, Fuuka. Always."
Fuuka bit her lip, tears threatening to spill, but she fought them back. "Thank you… for everything, Leon. You’re someone I’ll never forget."
From a distance, Sofia stood near the carousel as she watched Leon and Fuuka at the end of the pier. The snow falling between them blurred their figures slightly, and Sofia couldn’t quite make out their expressions. Still, the way they stood so close to each other, how Leon reached for Fuuka’s cheek, brought a smile to her lips.
Everything’s going well, she thought to herself, her heart light with hope. They’re perfect for each other. Maybe tonight’s the start of something beautiful.
Or so she thought. Fuuka turned and began to walk away from Leon.
Leon’s chest tightened, but he smiled for her, despite the ache. "Goodbye, Fuuka."
She stepped back slowly, her gaze lingering on his. "Goodbye, Leon."
Sofia tilted her head, her smile faltering as she squinted through the snowfall. Something was different now—something heavy. Fuuka’s shoulders were tense as she retreated into the night, and Leon… Leon stayed frozen in place, his face carrying a weight Sofia couldn’t ignore.
As Fuuka walked away from the pier, the soft crunch of snow beneath her heels was the only sound she made. The path led her past Sofia, who still stood near the carousel, unaware of what's going on.
"Fuuka?" Sofia called out, her brows furrowing as she caught the distant, almost vacant look in Fuuka’s eyes. "What’s going on? Are you okay?"
Fuuka stopped, turning slightly toward her. For a moment, she hesitated, her lips parting as though she might explain everything. But instead, she simply smiled—a warm, bittersweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Without a word, she stepped closer.
"Thank you," Fuuka said softly, her voice carrying an odd mix of gratitude and finality.
Sofia blinked, confused. "For what?"
Fuuka’s sad smile lingered, but she didn’t answer. Instead, she straightened and resumed her path, her figure gradually fading into the swirling snow.
Sofia stood frozen, her mind spinning. Thank me? For what? She glanced back toward the pier, where Leon remained standing, staring into the night like a man lost in thought. Her bewilderment only deepened.
Something was wrong—she could feel it. But for now, all she could do was watch as Fuuka disappeared into the snowy night, leaving behind more questions than answers.
Sofia approached Leon, her footsteps slow and uncertain as she noticed the absence of his prom crown. He stood still there, his posture stiff, eyes distant. There was something different about him tonight—a coldness, a finality she couldn’t quite place.
"Leon," Sofia said, her voice soft but laced with concern. "What’s going on?"
Leon turned to her, his gaze sharp and unyielding, something in his eyes that Sofia had never seen before. It wasn’t anger, nor was it sadness. It was something far deeper, more haunting.
"Do you still want to chase your dreams?" His voice was steady, but there was an underlying intensity to it. "Do you still want to see the world?"
Sofia was taken aback, her confusion growing by the second. "What? Leon, I—" She faltered, her voice tight with worry. "What’s going on? What are you talking about?"
Leon didn’t answer. He simply repeated his question, his tone unwavering, almost mechanical. "Yes or no, Sofia. Do you want to chase your dreams?"
She swallowed hard, still reeling from the weight of the question. There was no explanation, no context. Just the question. And despite the swirling uncertainty in her chest, she found herself nodding, albeit hesitantly.
"Yes," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
For the briefest moment, Leon's lips curled into a smile—almost a ghost of the boy she once knew. Then, without a word, he turned away, heading down the pier, his footsteps fading into the night.
"Say your farewells, Sofia," he said over his shoulder, his voice colder now. "We’re going to San Myshuno."
Sofia’s heart skipped a beat. San Myshuno? She stood frozen for a moment, her mind racing to piece together the cryptic words. Before she could follow, her voice called out, desperation creeping in.
"Wait, Leon! What happened to your crown?"
Leon paused but didn’t turn. His voice was a low murmur, laced with something unrecognizable. "If you want it, it’s deep in the bottom of the lake."
Sofia's stomach twisted, horror creeping into her chest. "Leon, no—what do you mean?"
Sofia stood there, frozen, her heart pounding in her chest. The crown. The lake. What had happened? What had she just witnessed? All she could do was stare into the darkness, the weight of unanswered questions pressing down on her as the snow continued to fall.
But, a smile crept into Leon's lips. Of course I didn't throw it away. It's with me, you just can't see it.
(Back at Windenburg, Proprietor's Square...)
He pulled out his phone once he was inside, fingers hovering over the screen before he finally typed a quick message to Octavia Moon. Sorry for the late message. Are you available for a call?
It didn’t take long for her response. Yes. Leon exhaled in relief and quickly dialed her number.
The phone rang only once before Octavia picked up, her voice calm but tinged with curiosity. "Leon, what's going on? You don't usually call this late."
Leon leaned back in his chair, the weight of the night’s events pressing down on him, but he didn’t hesitate. "I wanted to ask if your agency’s offer is still on the table."
There was a pause, just long enough for Leon to wonder if Octavia was considering the request or maybe surprised by it.
"Of course," she said eventually, her voice warmer now. "The offer is always open for you, Leon."
A small sense of relief washed over him, and he nodded as if she could see him. "Thanks. I’m going to San Myshuno."
There was a slight pause on the other end.
Then Octavia’s voice returned, slightly amused. "And you’re taking Sofia with you?"
Leon chuckled softly. "Yeah. It’s the right move. She’s proven her worth a while ago."
"Well, the more the merrier," Octavia replied. "San Myshuno welcomes you two, then. You’ve got my support, both of you."
Leon smiled, though his heart was heavy with the knowledge that things had changed. "I appreciate it, Octavia. I’ll keep in touch."
"Always," Octavia said before hanging up.
Leon’s mind drifted to Arnessa as her face flashed in his thoughts—her strength, the way she fought for the house, for everything they built together. Accepting the offer meant leaving it all behind: the house, the instruments, the life.
He exhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the decision press harder against his chest. He hadn’t wanted it to end like this, but circumstances had a way of forcing choices. Tomorrow, he thought to himself, I’ll call her tomorrow. He knew the conversation wouldn’t be easy.
Principal Mei Prescott stepped forward, her elegant demeanor commanding attention. “Good evening, students,” she began with a warm smile. “I want to thank all of you for making this prom truly special. Your energy, enthusiasm, and spirit have made this night unforgettable.”She paused, glancing down at the card in her hand. “Now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for—the announcement of our Prom Royalties.”A wave of anticipation washed over the crowd, whispers buzzing among the students. Principal Prescott’s smile widened as she said, “It was nearly unanimous. Please welcome to the stage... Leon and Fuuka!”
The room erupted into cheers and applause. Among the crowd, most students exchanged knowing smiles. Deep inside, they were content with their votes. Watching Leon and Fuuka earlier on the dance floor had confirmed it for them—the two were perfect.
Leon glanced at Fuuka, his eyebrows raised in slight surprise, and she returned his look with a shy yet beaming smile. He offered her his hand, and together they walked down the stage amidst a thunderous ovation.
Royal dance would be next on the event.
Hand in hand, they turned to face the crowd, giving a nod of agreement. The cheers swelled as they moved into position, ready to dance once again.
"It’s like watching a real prince and princess," Liam said, unable to tear his gaze away, "one wonders why they're not together yet."
"They're not?" Wolfgang asked.
"As far as I'm concerned, no."
Noct stood beside him, he looked at the two in awe. “Who cares?” he said with a grin. “They're here now. It's beautiful enough.”
"This is incredible," she said quietly, her voice nearly lost in the music.
Leon’s gaze softened as he replied, “It’s all because of you.”
Fuuka blushed, smiling as they moved seamlessly into another turn. Around them, the crowd continued to watch in admiration.
Gods. Not like this. Please tell me this isn't the end. It wasn't Fuuka's thought, but rather Leon's. He felt it too.
The final notes of the song lingered in the air as they finished their dance, bowing slightly to each other. The room erupted in cheers, whistles, and applause, the sound almost deafening.
“Best prom ever!” someone shouted from the back.
They embraced each other before Leon and Fuuka turned their gaze towards the crowd. As they gave grateful waves to their peers, their crowns shimmered under the lights, and for just a moment, they truly felt like royalty in a fairy tale.
As the final applause died down and the music faded into a soft hum, Rita Coombes, the chaperone strode toward the grand doors of the auditorium. With a wide smile, she pushed the doors open, revealing the cool night air outside. A gentle breeze swept in, carrying with it the scents of winter and its snow-bright joys outside.
The students began to filter out, the once-lively auditorium gradually emptying into the moonlit courtyard. Leon and Fuuka, still wearing their crowns, led the procession. Their hands brushed briefly before Leon extended his arm to Fuuka, who smiled warmly as she took it.
Outside, the students gathered in clusters, the night sky dotted with stars above them. Farewell waves and cheerful goodbyes filled the air.
The night wasn’t over just yet. As the core group walked away from the school, the carnival lights of the Plumbite Pier glimmered in the distance, their colorful glow beckoning like fireflies against the dark sky. The never-ending carnival, a timeless fixture of the town, seemed livelier than ever under the stars. Its Ferris wheel, a towering beacon of joy, spun slowly, its lights reflected in the still waters below.
Seeing Zelmira sitting alone near the carnival lights, Liam approached, his curiosity piqued.
"You’re still not revealing where you’re moving, huh?" His eyes searched theirs, hoping for an answer.
Zelmira hesitated, her expression solemn. "Technically, I did. I’m just moving back to my hometown."
"The hometown that none of us know," Liam teased lightly.
They offered only a quiet nod, their enigmatic smile leaving the question unanswered.
After spending a few minutes chatting with the others, Liam stood and stretched. "Guess this is it for me. Time to head out. Noct and Warren must've started helping me to pack up already."
The group fell silent for a moment, realizing this wasn’t just Liam leaving the afterparty—it was his farewell.
That small moment reminded everyone of the domino effect ahead. Noct was leaving, too. His student exchange program would end with the semester, just as Kiyoshi, Kaori, and Zelmira would return to their own lives far away.
"Goodbye, everyone. Thanks for the memories." Liam waved as he walked away.
For a moment, the air felt heavy as Liam disappeared into the night. But then Sofia broke the silence with a grin. "Alright, no more long faces. We’re still here, and this night isn’t over yet."
Sofia couldn’t resist the idle guitar onstage near the food stalls. She picked it up, strumming a few idle chords before launching into a soft, heartfelt melody. The group lingered nearby, their conversations blending with the music as they reminisced about the prom’s highlights.
The others nodded, forcing smiles as they tried to push aside the bittersweet reality, even if only for a little while.
Sofia paused, her fingers resting gently on the strings. She had always known about Leon’s feelings for Fuuka—it was written all over his face. To her, there was only one thing left for him to do: make his feelings clear before it was too late.
She glanced at Leon, her voice barely above a whisper. “You should go to Fuuka at the end of the pier. She's there for some air. Oh, don’t hold back on your feelings, Leon.”
Leon’s eyes widened, surprised by Sofia’s awareness. “Sofia.”
Her smirk was all-knowing. “Come on, everyone knows. You’re obvious about it. So is she.”
With this, his hesitation didn’t last long. With a deep breath, he glanced toward Fuuka, who was standing at the end of the pier.
Snow began to fall, blanketing the carnival in a delicate white shimmer. At the end of the pier, Fuuka stood alone, her figure silhouetted against the shimmering lake. She breathed in the crisp air, closing her eyes for a moment. The sound of approaching footsteps broke her reverie.
The auditorium shimmered with fairy lights and streamers, setting a magical tone for the evening. Fuuka and Leon entered arm in arm, drawing a few admiring glances. Fuuka’s black dress flowed gracefully as she nervously adjusted her corsage, while Leon, in a sleek black suit, offered her a reassuring smile.
At a back table, Liam, Noct, and Warren sat quietly, the weight of Liam's departure hanging in the air. He'd be leaving to San Myshuno for his Myshuno Giants Football Club medical checkup, and his school transfer administration.
"I can't believe this is the last time we’ll all be here," Liam said, swirling his drink. "I don’t know if I made the right choice."
Warren shrugged, leaning back. "You’re not abandoning us, you’re just moving on. That’s life."
Noct nodded slowly, adding, "It’s not about leaving, it’s about what you did here."
The conversation was interrupted as Sidney, Savannah, and Rashidah overheard and approached.
"We know," Sidney said with a smile. "But it’s prom! Let’s not dwell on the future. Enjoy tonight."
Savannah chimed in, "Exactly! We’ll make it memorable."
Rashidah added, "It’s about the memories, Liam. You’re not alone."
Liam smiled faintly. "Yeah, you're right. We’ll make tonight count."
"To the memories," Warren said.
“To the future,” Noct added.
Liam leaned back. "I'm looking forward to see you on the pitch for, Warren."
"I'll beat you good for leaving us." He smirked.
Wolfgang sat awkwardly beside Yuki at their table. His stiff posture and uncomfortable silence contrasted with her relaxed demeanor.
“So, uh... How’s the decoration?” Wolfgang asked, trying to make conversation.
Yuki glanced around, shrugging. "It’s fine. Not great, not terrible. But you know, decorations are decorations."
Wolfgang nodded, but his gaze drifted elsewhere. He wasn’t exactly sure how to talk to someone like Yuki, who was your run-of-the-mill loner geek type.
"You know," Yuki said, breaking the silence, "I always thought people like you were... so bad. But you don’t seem as bad as I imagined."
Wolfgang raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. "You imagined me to be bad?"
Yuki chuckled. "Yeah, Mr. Obvious? The big bad bully. You look like someone who'd pick on someone, even at prom."
He let out a breath of laughter. "I mean, you're not technically wrong, but... I guess I’ve got a different side too. I wanted to change too."
Yuki smiled, a small, genuine smile. "Maybe you're not as bad as you seem, then. Hey, we're in the same club back home, don't we? I know you more than the others do."
Warren finally made his way back to Morgan, who was seated at a table, sipping on a punch cup, alone. She looked up as he approached, raising an eyebrow but smiling all the same.
"Well, look who finally decided to show up," she teased, her tone playful.
"Sorry, got caught up with a farewell," Warren replied with a sheepish grin, taking the seat next to her.
"Liam?"
"Liam."
Warren and Morgan exchanged a glance, and their eyes drifted to Leon and Fuuka, who were standing together. They saw Wolfgang coming there towards them.
Morgan followed Warren’s gaze, her expression softening for a moment. "Would you look at that? I think Wolfgang is apologizing to her," she mused quietly, leaning back in her chair.
"About time he did, huh? He's changed now." Warren looked towards them also, confirming the unlikely sight.
It was a truly wonderful night. Everyone's eyes confirmed that.
The music shifted into a slow, classical waltz, and as the first few notes floated through the air, Leon and Fuuka instinctively gravitated toward each other. Leon offered his hand with a small, inviting smile, and Fuuka, without hesitation, placed her hand in his. A gentle yet confident look passed between them before they began to move gracefully onto the dance floor.
Wolfgang, standing at the edge of the crowd, couldn't help but be mesmerized. The tension he'd felt earlier had dissipated, replaced with admiration for how fluid and natural their movements were. Without thinking, he extended his hand to Yuki, a gesture almost as if he had no choice but to join the flow of things.
Yuki, though initially surprised, saw the sincerity in Wolfgang’s eyes and, with a small smile, took his hand. They moved toward the dance floor, their steps far less graceful but no less genuine.
Nevertheless, the spotlight belonged to Fuuka and Leon.
As the music swirled around them, Fuuka and Leon moved in perfect harmony, their steps slow and deliberate. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the quiet rhythm of their dance.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” Fuuka murmured, her voice soft, as though afraid to disturb the peace between them. "It feels like a dream."
Leon smiled, his gaze steady and warm. "It’s real, Fuuka. And it’s perfect."
But then, a fleeting thought crept into her mind, an unwelcome reminder of what she knew was inevitable. I’m leaving soon...
She blinked and quickly pushed it away, not wanting to let the reality of her departure taint the beauty of what she was feeling now. She had promised herself she would live in the moment—right here, with Leon, where everything felt so simple and pure.
But the truth was hard to ignore. This dance, this night, was a chapter soon to end. I’ll treasure this, she told herself silently. Every second.
She's very lucky to have him, and he's lucky to have her. They better not waste each other.
A night to remember. Eagerness, anxiety; two souls, one anticipating a heartwarming night with the one he had feelings with, and one soul wishing this day would never have to come.
Prom: A Night to Remember (1)
Leon stood behind Fuuka, his hands firm on the ropes of the swing as he gave it a steady push. The breeze picked up slightly, ruffling Fuuka's hair as she let out a small laugh, the kind of carefree sound that was rare to hear from her.
With each push, Fuuka’s laughter grew, filling the air around them. The golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows that danced along with them.
"Your eyes, Fuuka. They're brighter now. I just noticed."
She blushed a little. "Yes. This is how my eyes should've looked like before the curse. Now, with it weakening..."
Leon watched her for a moment, his grip on the swing steady. Seeing her this happy felt like a victory—a stark contrast to the quiet, reserved girl he’d met months ago.
He chuckled at that, shaking his head as he gave her one more push before stepping back and settling into the swing beside her.
For a while, they didn’t say much, just enjoying the moment. But when their words finally broke through the silence, they reminisced.
“Remember the first time we met?” Fuuka asked, her smile soft as she glanced at him.
“Yeah,” Leon said, his gaze fixed on the sky. “You were so quiet back then, keeping to yourself. I didn’t get it at first, but... I guess I do now.”
Fuuka’s heart warmed. His acceptance had always been her strength, the reason she could smile like this now. “And look at us now,” she said lightly, though her voice betrayed a faint tremor.
Leon turned to her. “Yeah. From neighbors to this.”
Her smile faltered briefly, a pang of anxiety creeping in. The thought of leaving Windenburg, leaving him, clouded her mind. She hadn’t told him yet. Not about her destiny. Not about the fact that tonight would be their last dance.
But for now, she forced the worry aside and let herself enjoy the fleeting moment. “Thanks, Leon. For everything.”
He tilted his head, smiling softly. “What’s that for?”
Fuuka just shook her head, the swing swaying gently beneath her. “Nothing. Just... thanks.”
(Later on...)
"There you are."
"You ready?"
Fuuka nodded as she hummed. "Yes."
(The others...)
Candy smiled as she glanced upon her sister. "It suits you."
"Thank you, sis. You helped me with the outfit, after all."
"Now go, make some memories, Yuki."
"Ah, look who's here," Luna said.
Wolfgang nodded, then he looked towards Hugo. "Look, bro, I'm sorry I got to Yuki first. I hope our newly formed sibling relationship won't crack because of this."
Hugo just simply nodded. With his family combined with the Munchs now, he shouldn't hold any grudge with him.
"Dude, you're really going to wear that?" Warren laughed out loud.
Liam chuckled. "Nah, of course not. I have a set ready for me."
Noct narrowed his eyes. "Then, what are you waiting for? It's almost time!"
The cap boy chuckled again. "Okay, okay. I'll get changed."
Leon had been taking up DJ gigs at Discotheque Pan Europa for several days. With a dance party planned for prom, he used this opportunity to help his friends prepare for the big event. However, his performances didn’t go unnoticed—word began to spread beyond Windenburg about a rising star from Tartosa, once thought to have vanished from the music scene, now making a bold return with a fresh, modern sound.
Life Outside the Occult World
In Del Sol Valley, Octavia Moon met Alisa Kujou, a teenage storyboard director and daughter of her primary investor, Mikhail Kujou. The two women exchanged polite smiles, though the air was laced with anticipation.
"I can't say I'm not intrigued by your message," Octavia said, straightening her posture. "It’s been some time since you last set foot in Del Sol Valley, hasn’t it, Alya?"
Alisa bowed respectfully. "Indeed. It’s a pleasure to meet you again, Mrs. Moon."
The two took seats at the VIP lounge, away from the paparazzo. Octavia sat poised, meeting Alisa’s polite yet pointed gaze.
“My father often asks about the agency’s progress,” Alisa began. “Karina Ceballos is impressive, but one name isn’t enough. He’s looking for results, not promises.”
Octavia’s smile didn’t waver. “Building a lasting brand takes time. Karina is just the start—I’m focused on securing talent with staying power, not fleeting names.”
Alisa tilted her head slightly, her tone measured but firm. “I understand, Mrs. Moon. But my father believes in this agency, and he expects that belief to be rewarded.”
Octavia nodded, the weight of expectation clear. “Tell him to trust me—more stars are on the horizon.”
Alisa folded her arms, her eyes scanning the bustling plaza below. “I read about Leon Kurnia's DJ gigs in Windenburg. Quite the headlines, don’t you think? You remember him, don't you?”
"My mother was at Windenburg for business. She stopped by and watched his gig. She called me and expressed how much she had wanted Leon to take the offer months ago."
Octavia exhaled softly, her mind drifting to their meeting months ago. She had offered him a spot in her agency—a chance to rise even higher. He’d said he’d consider it, but life in Windenburg had swayed him to stay.
“Leon made his choice,” Octavia said. “I won’t deny his presence would’ve been a game-changer, but I’m not giving up on him. Maybe someday, he’ll come back.”
Alisa smiled faintly. “Good. That’s the confidence I wanted to see.” She pointed below to the plaza. “Speaking of potential, see those two? Aquamarine Hoshino and his sister, Ruby. Aqua’s an aspiring writer—discovered that during my time at San Myshuno High. I just spoke to him moments ago.
"And Ruby, well, she’s already an idol and actress. They could be something big.”
Octavia followed her gaze, watching the twins laugh and chat. “Interesting…”
“And about Leon’s offer,” Alisa added, turning back. “Sofia Bjergsen, wasn’t it? She won’t join without him, right?”
Octavia nodded. “Correct. Leon wanted her to have a chance, but without him...”
“Then we wait,” Alisa said, her tone resolute. “The headlines about Leon? They tell me something’s on the horizon. Be ready when it happens.”
It turned out well for most of them. The promposals were a mixed bag of victories and setbacks. Leon got his “yes” from Fuuka, and Warren successfully secured his date with Morgan. Meanwhile, Liam faced rejection with a bittersweet smile, a surprise for the school idol. Lastly, Noct, deciding against a formal promposal altogether, simply shrugged it off, claiming he’d just enjoy the night with friends.
Prom - Prelude (2)
Later that night at Discotheque Pan Europa...
"Right, I'm here. What do you want to talk about?" Noct asked, leaning casually against the bar.
Leon hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It's... about Fuuka. I mean, she said yes to the promposal, but before that, I was worried she'd say no. She's been distant lately. I can't shake the feeling that something's bothering her."
Noct raised an eyebrow. "And you think I know?"
"You're a spellcaster too, like her. I just thought... maybe you’d know if something’s happening in the magical world."
Noct sighed, pushing his hair back. "Honestly, Leon, I don’t know much. But I do know she’s got ties to L. Faba. If there’s anything going on, it probably starts there."
Leon frowned. “L. Faba?”
“Yeah,” Noct shrugged. “The Sage of Mischief. If Fuuka’s acting distant, I’m sure it’s not without reason. There has to be something.”
Leon’s gaze dropped, clearly deep in thought. The music pulsed around them, but his mind was elsewhere.
Noticing this, Noct clapped him lightly on the shoulder, pulling him back to the moment. "Hey, don’t overthink it, man. Fuuka said yes, didn’t she? That’s all that matters right now."
Leon looked up, the weight on his brow easing slightly. "Yeah... I guess you’re right. Thanks, Noct."
"One last thing, Noct. Why did you decide to not ask anyone out?"
"I figured since I'm only here for a year, I don't want to make memories with the one I asked out. I'd felt bad when I left Copperdale."
Noct shrugged, a faint, almost wistful smile on his face. “I guess. I’d rather make memories with everyone, you know? Friends, moments like this—it’s easier that way. No guilt when I go.”
Leon nodded, understanding the weight behind Noct’s reasoning. “Yeah, I get it. Still… seems kind of lonely.”
He wasn’t the only one thinking about the prom. Fuuka had her own thoughts, too. The next morning, Fuuka awoke to a surprising sight as she looked into the mirror.
The most prominent part of her cursed face—the three deep scratch marks across her left eye—was gone. Faded, like whispers of a wound that had healed. The other scars remained, but lighter now, almost insignificant.
I understand it now. A soft smile touched her lips. Acceptance. Leon’s acceptance of me… it’s made me stronger, and the curse weaker.
Fuuka’s smile faded. The joy of prom couldn’t hide the truth—this would be her farewell with Leon. A farewell he didn’t yet know.
Her spellcaster destiny called her away from Copperdale. A bigger path and more noble that she chose some months ago. Faba had allowed her to accept Leon’s promposal, but with one condition: “Don’t tell him. Not until it’s over. This is for you as well. To create memories with him.”
Fuuka now wondered if that was right. Was hiding the truth really better? She traced the fading scars on her face, her heart heavy with doubt.
Is this the right thing to do?
Fuuka stepped outside, letting the crisp morning air clear her wandering thoughts. That’s when she spotted Wolfgang Munch—Copperdale's bully, wandering around the streets, smug as ever.
Perhaps it’s time I acted like a true successor of the Sage of Mischief, she mused, her fingers sparking faintly with magic.
A harmless jolt struck Wolfgang, making him flinch and glare around, confused. Sunny skies, no thunder, that was weird—he shrugged it off in the end, dazing in confusion.
Fuuka hid a grin as she slipped away, teleporting herself back inside the house. It reminded her of Glimmerbrook, before the curse. Back then, despite her innocent-looking face, she was a playful mischief. Her mischiefs had been similar, justified—just like this.
Maybe I haven’t changed so much after all, she thought, warmth flickering in her heart.
(A week before the prom...)
"Looking good!" Liam approved. "And here I stand with regular Cs of the art class."
Warren chuckled as he continued spraying his promposal sign. "Everything for her."
"Hey, Noct," Leon said, "you haven't told us who you're planning to ask out."
"And neither have you." He scoffed.
Sofia shrugged. "Nah, no expectations this year. I’m just going to enjoy myself at prom."
Luna grinned. "My brother's planning to ask Yuki to prom."
Sofia let out a small sigh. "Poor guy."
"I know, right?" Luna chuckled softly, a bit of sympathy in her tone.
Prom Night - Prelude
The next day at school...
Leon feigned a troubled expression. "Hey, I need help with the arts class homework. I heard you're always acing it."
Fuuka smiled, eager to help. "Sure! Not sure how much help I’ll be, but I’ll do my best."
"Awesome! Can you meet me in the debate room after school?" Leon asked.
Fuuka nodded, unaware of the surprise waiting for her.
As prom approached, Copperdale High became the epicenter of gossip. The Social Bunny accounts were flooded with polls, rumors, and vlogs speculating about who would ask whom. Whispers spread throughout the school hallways, with everyone eager to know who would pair up for the big night.
Heard about that guy who's the ace of the cooking class, Hugo. He's gonna ask Yuki out.
Huh? I'm on the poll? No way!
Kiyoshi and Kaori don't need rumors. It's written in the skies.
Luna has like 6 people lining up for her.
Sofia's a cutie, isn't she? But, I think she'll refuse any offer.
Liam's not taking any offers, because he's the one asking out.
Each rumor, crazier than the last.
The silence in the debate room felt perfect—almost like fate had orchestrated it. Fuuka, eager to help, smiled brightly. "So, where's this art homework you need help with, Leon?"
"So, where's this... art homework that you needed helping, Leon?" Fuuka asked, her eager smile to help colored her words.
Leon closed his eyes. Here goes nothing.
"Um, Leon?"
Leon took a deep breath and closed his eyes, steeling himself. He reached down, pulling out a board hidden beneath one of the chairs. It wasn’t homework—it was a promposal sign.
"Fuuka Isuka," he said, his voice steady, "Please go to prom with me as my date."
The words were simple, but they hung in the air with undeniable weight. Fuuka froze, her heart racing as she stared at the sign. Her mind scrambled, emotions flooding in all at once—This can’t be... but it’s really happening!
"Well?" Leon asked, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips.
Fuuka’s eyes sparkled as she jumped in excitement. "Yes! A million times, yes!"
It was confirmed. Leon and Fuuka are going to prom as date.
Fuuka couldn’t wipe the smile off her face entirely as she returned to class, her heart still fluttering from the moment. As she walked through the hall, she exchanged a brief but knowing smile with Sofia. It was a silent acknowledgment—a shared understanding that needed no words.
Sofia glanced at her phone, her curiosity piqued. She opened the Social Bunny app, and there it was—Ash Harjo had posted it: Leon had asked Fuuka to prom.
A pang of something sharp hit Sofia’s chest, though she couldn’t place it. Well, congrats...? She thought.
(Later on...)
Kaori tossed a small piece of paper toward Kiyoshi with a playful grin. "So, are you going to ask me, or are you just waiting for me to make the first move?"
Kiyoshi shrugged casually. "Either way works for me."
Kaori raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Well, I guess that means we’re going together, as a date."
Warren passed his trial with flying colors as well.
Luna chuckled. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Hugo remained stood still, his broken heart still lingering deep within.
Sorry, Hugo, I don't see you that way.
Leon and Fuuka walked past Jacob and Sidney, both of them radiating happiness. Sidney gave Leon a sly wink as they passed by, and Leon just smiled, unaware of the bet.
Once they were out of earshot, Sidney grinned and raised his hand. "Pay up, Jacob."
Jacob let out a resigned sigh, pulling out ten simoleons. "Pleasure doing business with you," he muttered as he handed over the money.
Sidney chuckled, pocketing the simoleons. He had bet on Leon asking Fuuka to prom, while Jacob had placed his bet on Leon and Sofia. Given how close Leon and Sofia had seemed during their hangouts with him and Rory, Jacob had been sure of his guess.
“Kids... I guess even Leon and Sofia wouldn’t take kindly to being doubted. Can’t say I blame them.” He glanced back, his gaze distant. A small chuckle escaped him, almost bitter. “It’s just like those high school dramas—teens at odds, full of ego and rivalry. Only this time, there’s a supernatural twist to it. Vampires and grudges... what a mix.”
Sokolov - Denisov (3)
"Sofia Bjergsen, the descendant of the ancients."
"Anna Sokolov."
"I see you boys and girls have started the fight already."
Sofia smirked. "I haven't broken any sweat yet. Leon had already defeated your boy Anton, and now he's about to teach your brother a lesson."
Anna narrowed her eyes, clearly unhappy with that remark. Their eyes were now directed to the looming combat behind them.
Anton grabbed Sergei’s arm firmly, pulling him back. “Sergei, maybe we should just call it a day. Enough’s enough, they're the real deal.”
Sergei shrugged him off, his face a mix of frustration and pride. “You’re not my father, Anton. I know what you’re thinking—how you and I are equals in combat, and how this would end the same way as your loss.”
Anton scoffed, raising his hands in surrender as he stepped back, his expression cool but subtly annoyed. “Fine. Go ahead. But don’t come blaming me for not stopping you when you end up flat on the floor like I did.”
Then, all that epic build up... all for Sergei ending up on the floor in the end.
"Fine. I lost. I admit it." He looked towards Anton and Anna. "Let's call it a day, and—"
"No. It's not over yet." Anna looked towards Sofia. The latter smiled, she didn't need any confirmation of what would come next.
Anna’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Let’s do this. Or are you just going to stand there, ancient?” She scoffed, turning her back with an air of arrogance. “And are you seriously going to fight me in that... dress? I’d hate to ruin it.”
Sofia said nothing, her expression calm yet unreadable.
Anna glanced over her shoulder, her pale features illuminated by the faint moonlight. “Anyway, don’t hold back. Whatever you may have heard about me, I don’t let my... condition weaken my will.”
Her sharp, crimson eyes that are wrapped in her crystal white eyelashes gleamed with challenge, waiting for Sofia to make her move.
As the mist of Sofia's transformation dissipated, an ancient air filled the room. The Sokolovs and Anton froze, their eyes widening in shock. The delicate, bright white dress Sofia wore moments ago had vanished, replaced by an elaborate, regal battledress—a garb worthy of a true ancient vampire.
“How... did she do that?” Sergei muttered under his breath.
“No idea,” Anton whispered, equally stunned.
Leon, arms crossed, smirked with pride. “Told you she’s more than you could handle.”
The battle that followed was far more intense than Leon’s earlier clash with Anton and Sergei. Every strike and counter was fueled by raw emotion—Anna’s bitterness for being overlooked and Sofia’s quiet fury over the insults aimed at her and Leon’s rightful ascension under Straud’s mentorship. Their powers collided like thunder, shaking the very air around them.
In the end, Sofia stood victorious. Anna, kneeling on the ground, was breathing heavily but managed to lift her head in defiance. Anton and Sergei exchanged brief, knowing glances, their expressions grim.
Without speaking a word, it was clear what they both thought: Sofia is stronger than Leon.
As Sofia approached Anna, Sergei's thought was filled with dread. However, the tense aura dissipated within a single motion. Sofia extended her hand. Anna's eyes widen, but she found herself instinctively reaching for it.
"As promised. I didn't hold back."
"You didn't."
(Later, after cleaning up the mess... Anna invited the two to her home.)
Anton and Sergei, still simmering in the bitterness of their losses, exchanged a reluctant glance before nodding in agreement. “We were wrong about you two,” Sergei admitted begrudgingly. “You’re stronger than we expected. Grand Master Straud chose well.”
Anna, still catching her breath, turned her gaze to Leon, curiosity replacing her earlier animosity. “Leon... your lineage. It’s a mystery. We tried to dig up anything about you, but we found nothing viable. Who are you really?”
Leon looked back at her, his expression unguarded. “Honestly? I’m as in the dark as you are. I was human just months ago. Grand Master Straud said I may have an ancient blood within me, an unknown one. Now, here I am—”
Anna narrowed her eyes. “Stronger than all three of us, who are direct descendants of the ancients. What makes you so different from us?”
Leon rolled up his sleeves, revealing arms hardened by years of training. “If I may say,” he began, a quiet confidence in his voice, “you rely too much on your vampirism. You hope it will carry you through the fight without needing anything else.”
Anna’s brow furrowed. “Please... elaborate.”
Leon smirked slightly. “I was trained—Caleb Vatore himself. Half of my training sessions were martial arts fights with him.”
“You had prior experience?” Sergei asked, surprised.
Leon nodded. “Plenty. I’ve been training in combat since I was a kid. Sofia here as well. We knew how to fight. Vampirism didn’t make us stronger—it just gave us the edge to refine what we already had, especially for Sofia, despite her coming from a revived lineage.”
Sofia nodded in agreement as she looked at the three.
The room fell silent as his words sank in. Even Anna, prideful as she was, seemed to absorb the lesson unspoken in his statement: Strength isn’t just inherited—it’s earned.
As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Sofia turned her gaze to the window, her voice soft yet resolute. “We aren’t here to steal your spotlight. We’re merely following our nature, our path. If we’ve caused any harm in your hearts, we apologize.”
The three vampires—Anton, Sergei, and Anna—exchanged a look before nodding in unison. Anna broke the silence, her voice filled with newfound humility. “We understand now. We promise to grow stronger, not just in power but in wisdom. Fighting like this gets us nowhere. Instead, we should be sharing knowledge, helping one another.”
Leon glanced at Sofia, a faint smile crossing his face. Turning back to the Sokolovs and Anton, he spoke with conviction. “That would be great. Let’s not see this duel as the start of enmity, but rather as the foundation of something brighter. A new bond between us.”
The room fell silent for a moment, the tension that had hung heavy now replaced with a cautious sense of hope. This wasn’t just the end of a fight—it was the start of an alliance.
As Anna escorted them outside the house, Sofia couldn’t help but feel a twinge of concern. “You sure you’re okay being outside? I didn’t mean to offend, but—”
Anna waved it off with a faint smile. “Don’t worry about it. A little pain’s worth it for the honor of escorting you out.”
Sofia chuckled softly. “You know what, Anna? You’re a cool girl. I’m glad we got to know each other today.”
Leon nodded in agreement. “Same here. And, honestly, I admire the way you carry yourself. You’ve got a way with words that’s impressive.”
Anna blinked, her pale cheeks seemingly flushing just a little, though it was hard to tell if it was natural or a subtle reaction. She responded with nothing more than a warm, shy smile and a small nod.
As Sofia and Leon disappeared into the soft hues of the early dawn, Anna lingered by the front porch. The faint glow of sunlight crept across her pale, alabaster skin, a reminder of the fragility her condition brought. Her crimson eyes flickered with thought.
Sofia Bjergsen... she's cool, Anna mused, a small smile tugging at her lips. Then her mind wandered to Leon. Leonardus Kurnia... he's... She giggled softly.
Leon glanced at the horizon, the soft hues of the dawning sun creeping into the sky. “Sofia,” he said with a teasing smirk, “just a reminder—we’ve got school today.”
Sofia groaned, rubbing her temples. “I know.” She sighed heavily, her exhaustion finally catching up to her. “So basically, we’ve just stayed up all night for this.”
“It’s worth it, though,” Leon said, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Sofia nodded, a tired but content expression crossing her face. “It is.”
"Your parents aren't going to ask?"
She chuckled. "They don't know I'm out here right now."
"Rocking that new outfit, I see. New hair too."
Sofia smiled. "Yeah, figured I'd fit in better this way."
"So, you're ready?" Leon's expression turned serious.
"Born ready."
Leon hesitated for a moment, his hand still raised from where he had intended to knock, but the door creaked open as if on cue. A deep voice, calm yet commanding, echoed from inside. “To the left. Sit down.”
The air was heavy as Leon and Sofia stepped inside, their footsteps quiet against the worn wooden floor.
Seated at the far end of the room were two figures. Anton Denisov sat with an air of calm detachment, while Sergei Sokolov, towering and sharp-eyed, exuded an imposing presence.
Leon broke the silence. “I assume you are Anton and Sergei.”
Anton gave a polite nod. “In the flesh.”
Sergei gestured toward the seats across from them with a curt wave of his hand. “Sit down, comrades.”
Sergei's tone was even, but his face betrayed no warmth, only a measured, calculating gaze.
“Looks like you can’t really share your thoughts publicly,” Anton said, shaking his head with a faint, knowing smirk.
Sergei leaned back in his chair, his piercing eyes studying them. “I assume Mr. Vatore blurted our criticisms to Grand Master Straud, and now he’s sent you two here to… correct us.”
Leon and Sofia remained silent, their expressions carefully composed. They refused to let any hint of doubt or weakness slip through, though the tension in the room was palpable.
Sergei's lips curved into the faintest semblance of a smile, but it carried no humor. “Well? Let’s see what the protégés of the great Straud have to say—or show.”
Leon finally spoke, his voice firm but calm. “You don’t want to do this.”
Anton raised an eyebrow, but it was Sergei who answered, his tone cold and sharp. “Oh, but we do. We’ve supported Grand Master Straud for years, even looked up to him to some extent.”
Anton leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “Then you two showed up out of nowhere… and stole the spotlight.”
Leon tensed, but Sofia held up a hand, steadying him. “This isn’t about us taking anything. It’s about proving that we belong, just as much as you.”
Sergei scoffed, standing up. “If that’s the case, prove it.”
Leon glanced at Sofia, who gave a subtle nod. “Fine. Let’s settle this, but remember—we’re not here to destroy each other. There’s no place for enemies among us,” Leon said, his voice steady.
Sergei smirked, but his eyes gleamed with challenge. “We’ll see if you still believe that once we’re done.”
(Moments later...)
Anton straightened his stance with a smug grin. “So, Sofia Bjergsen, huh?” he said with a mocking tone. “Guess names really can bring you places. An Ancient skipping all the steps to claim the highest rank. How convenient.”
Sofia’s jaw tightened, but before she could respond, Leon stepped forward, his presence sharp and commanding. He pushed Anton back with enough force to make his point. “You don’t talk to a descendant of an Ancient like that.”
Anton didn’t flinch, his expression hardening as he squared his shoulders.
“And who are you to speak that way?” he shot back, his voice dripping with disdain. “You’re nobody. The Denisovs and Sokolovs are long descended from Ancients, far older and more respected than the Bjergsens. Know your place, outsider.”
Anton glanced at Sergei, who gave him a nod.
"Let's settle this, then. I'll show Straud how his age clouds his... recruitment... criteria."
(Cue Hardbass Song...)
The tension in the town center snapped as Leon and Anton charged at each other, head-on, their movements a blur.
The clash was swift, precise, and utterly decisive. No elaborate displays of power, no prolonged battle—just raw skill and speed that left no room for doubt. Before Anton could recover from Leon’s unrelenting assault, the fight was over.
Leon stopped just short of delivering a finishing blow, raising a single finger. “Ten seconds,” he said coldly, his voice steady.
Anton collapsed to one knee, breathing heavily. His pride, more than his body, had taken the hit.
Even Sofia couldn’t hide her astonishment as she watched from the sidelines. Sergei, who had been silent throughout, looked between his fallen comrade and the calm, unshaken Leon.
Disappointment clouded Sergei’s face, but beneath it, there was pressure, a gnawing realization. Anton was his equal. If Leon had defeated him in mere seconds, Sergei knew there was no way he could fare better.
From afar, Lilith observed the fight unfold, her sharp eyes narrowing as she stopped to watch them. A quiet sigh escaped her lips, and she shook her head in disapproval. "Kids..." she muttered under her breath, her tone heavy with frustration and concern. "Straud... what have you dragged them into this time?
"The Sokolov siblings and Denisov," Lilith murmured, her arms crossed as she continued to watch from a distance. "They're strong, no doubt about it. But this vampire hierarchy of ours... the way Sofia and Leon shot up the ranks so quickly... it’s no wonder they feel ignored. Overlooked."
"I suppose it's time for you to refine your fighting abilities," Straud said, his tone firm.
Sofia smirked faintly. "Hmm... so my outings as Lydia Rasmussen weren’t enough?"
Leon scoffed at the name. He couldn’t hide his disdain for the chaos it left behind. Moonwood Mill was alive with rumors of the rogue “werewolf” who attacked several of its own. Though when the big names, like Rory and Kristopher, sought out this elusive figure, “Lydia” had vanished without a trace.
Leon crossed his arms, his tone sharp. "Those weren’t just ‘outings,’ Sofia. You crossed a line with people I was trying to build trust with."
"Enough. Sofia's merely fulfilling her nature, Leon." Straud's tone was firm. "You are lucky enough to be gifted with the resistance to your nature."
Leon looked down. "You're right, sorry, Sofia."
"Back on track. I want you to test your strength against one of the strongest families. The descended from an authentic ancient vampire family."
"Sergei Sokolov," he began. "A vampire with ambitions to rise among the High Vampires, a man driven by power and legacy."
He paused, shifting his gaze. "Then there’s Anton Denisov, a servant to the Sokolov lineage. While he served them dutifully, away from prying eyes, the Sokolov children treated him as more than a servant—he was their confidant, even a friend."
Straud's tone softened slightly. "And Anna Sokolov, Sergei's younger sister. She suffers from a rare condition that amplifies a vampire’s vulnerability to sunlight. Born an albino, her life has been… difficult. Poor girl, burdened by weakness from the moment of her birth."
Leon crossed his arms, leaning forward slightly. “Let me guess, Anna’s the strongest of them all from the way you describe her.”
Straud gave a faint, approving nod. “Good guess, Leon. Her weakness does not come without balance. By night, she is extraordinarily powerful—stronger even than her brother, Sergei, and their loyal servant, Anton.”
Sofia raised an eyebrow. “Stronger than Sergei? Despite her condition?”
“Precisely,” Straud replied. “The night is her dominion. It’s where she compensates for what the day takes from her.”
(Later that day...)
“Why do we attack them? You haven’t said anything about them being bad,” Leon questioned, his tone cautious.
“That,” Straud said, relaxing his pose, “is where I explain things to you, Leon.” He locked eyes with the pair. “Caleb has reported that the Sokolov siblings… openly criticized my mentorship of you two.”
Both Sofia and Leon tensed at the revelation. They had always felt special being personally trained and guided by Straud. Now, it all began to make sense.
"This means they have heard of your... stories. Tread lightly."
Straud continued, his voice calm yet commanding. “Their disdain isn’t about your abilities—it’s about mine. They question the wisdom of my choices. I want you to show them why they are wrong. Show them why I chose you.”
“One last thing,” Straud added, his voice softer but still firm. “Make peace with them after you’ve shown your power. You are not there to make enemies, after all. They're good teens too, they'll make good friends for you.”
Sofia and Leon exchanged a quick glance, their unease slightly tempered by his words. Prove themselves, but not destroy bridges—that was the task.
That's what she'll become if she's left unchecked. A necromancer. A being we've thought to have extinct long ago.
Necromancy, a forbidden magic, was a subject long hidden by the ancient spellcasters. It was a power so corrupt and dangerous that even the most seasoned spellcasters feared it. However, its existence couldn’t be erased completely. The ancient spellcasters had sealed away knowledge of it, but the ancient writings warned that, despite their efforts, the power would one day resurface.
Payment to Destiny: Fuuka (2)
Fuuka recoiled after seeing the glimpse of the future. Even if it was just a reflection, Fuuka could feel the terror as clear as daylight.
"W-what was that?! Wasn't that 'her' in the reflection?!"
Instead of answering, Faba instead said, "Fuuka. I want you to become more than my successor."
Faba recalled the moments where she came across this knowledge about necromancy. If not for a slipped piece of information in one of the tomes she studied, she wouldn't come across this looming threat.
"The day will come. The day where storms occur among the other occult worlds. Infectious like disease, the storm will eventually hit the magical world, putting the cogs of destiny in motion."
As storms raged outside their world, Faba felt the weight of impending chaos. Vampires and Werewolves alike were facing upheaval, and the magical community trembled. Faba, ever composed, resorted to watching her students closely, searching for the source of the disturbance.
Faba had to resort to stalking in order to identify any disturbances in magic balance inside her fellow spellcasters' hearts. She had to run checks on hundreds of them. In the end, it wasn't Noct, Darrell, Gemma, nor Emilia. When she finally discovered the truth, it struck her like a cold slap—Laila Pahlavi. The cheerful, friendly teenager with countless connections. The bitter realization was hard to swallow, but it was clear: Laila was the one Faba had feared all along. Even worse, Laila appeared to be unaware of her true nature.
Faba didn't waste words. “It’s more than just about the position. It’s about saving the world from something much worse.” Her gaze hardens as she continues, “This prophecy, a legacy tied to necromancy, I cannot let that happen, Fuuka.”
Fuuka was knowledgeable upon this matter. She liked history lessons. She'd learned about the necromancer's terrible past and how the spellcasters spilled blood and sweat just to stop it long ago.
She recalled the earlier recoil and terror she felt upon staring Laila's future reflection. This was real, and even then, Fuuka still felt the terror lingering.
Faba's voice lowered. “Laila carries the legacy of a necromancer—a bloodline meant to be lost. If she continues, the magical world will crumble, and it will ripple to the outside world.”
Fuuka’s brow furrowed. “So, you want me to stop her?”
It would be easier to "get rid" of the problem the old way, but Faba's moral compass had her dismissing that option. Instead, since Laila appeared to be unaware herself, there was a better way. Aside from Laila's turbulent nature, she had a good heart, and perhaps she would be a great addition into the High-Spellcasters in the future.
Faba softens. “No. I want you to guide her, steer her away from her dark fate. It’s the only way to defy the prophecy.”
Fuuka looks away, torn. “But if I do, I’ll have to become stronger by becoming the Sage of Mischief, following the Golden Rule in the process and sealing away part of myself.”
"Unfortunately, yes."
The thought of the Golden Rule brought back memories from their argument at Windenburg.
Funny to think we will have to defy the prophecy while destiny disallowed me to defy my own destiny. The thought of it saddened Fuuka. Why couldn't she be out of this and defy the Golden Rule?
"Faba. I have a confession to make."
"Fire away." Faba eyed her.
"I... was planning to turn down your offer on being your successor coming here today."
The sage looked down. "And you planned on defying the Golden Rule to be with him, hoping someday we will abolish the rule upon seeing you two."
Fuuka solemnly nodded.
Faba finally acknowledged Fuuka's feelings for the Vampire. She even admitted it was beautiful, she just realized this on seeing how Carmilla wasn't affected by the curse, just like how it didn't affect Leon. Ever since Carmilla was instated in the Realm, Faba had seen nothing but kindness and willingness to connect within the vampire. Her views on the Vampires had changed since then.
"Perhaps... you're destined to be with him, someday."
Fuuka blinked several times, surprised by this time, but it quickly turned solemn again. "But not now"
"Yes. 'But not now', Fuuka."
"Very well. I... I’ve made up my mind," Fuuka said softly, lifting her gaze to meet Faba’s. "I will become your successor, the Sage of Mischief, and to mentor Laila off her dark path."
Once more, Fuuka's firm believe on destiny resurfaced. No longer on her heart lingered that rebellious thought on defying the Golden Rule and saying "to hell with it" towards destiny. It was for the greater good, as always.
Faba’s eyes softened for a moment, a flicker of understanding passing between them.
"It is not an easy path to walk," Faba remarked, her voice gentle now, "but it is the one that will keep the balance. You’ll guide Laila, steer her away from the curse she carries. You’ve shown strength in your decision, even if the cost is your own happiness."
Fuuka’s heart tightened as the reality of her choice settled in. She knew what it meant—separation from Leon, the boy who had become so important to her. The one who had seen beyond her curse. The one she had hoped would be her future.
"I... I know," Fuuka replied, her voice faltering slightly. "Maybe someday... destiny will align me with Leon."
Faba made a surprising statement as she consoled Fuuka. She'd help Fuuka in ensuring that destiny coming true. Starting from the Council and fellow Spellcasters alike. Fuuka was grateful Faba changed her views on the Vampires.
She shrugged. "Nah, it's mostly Carmilla. Don't go assuming it's because of Leon."
Fuuka smiled. Of course she was just playing for her pride.
Faba’s voice was calm but firm, as if preparing Fuuka for the weight of the words. "If Leon asks why you are leaving, you must be cryptic. He cannot be involved in this matter. The Vampires have their own problems, and you know, as much as you may want to share the burden, he has his own path to follow now."
Not just him, but everyone in their respective occult worlds.
Faba’s gaze was steady, filled with unspoken understanding. "His destiny as a vampire, his struggles and growth—they cannot be entangled with this. Do not pull him into this fight. Not yet."
Her voice softened for a moment, a rare trace of empathy flashing in her eyes. "You may tell him whatever you must, but do not reveal the full truth. It is not yet time. One day, perhaps, but for now, the road ahead is yours, and it is yours to travel alone."
As Faba left Fuuka there to firm her heart on her choice, her curse slowly began to fade once more. She began accepting her fate once more.
So... acceptance is partly the answer to this curse... still, thank you, Leon. I couldn't have done it without you.
Gods. I'm the worst. Even then, I couldn't tell her the reason "why" she was picked for this in the first place. I'm sorry, Fuuka the Branded One. Perhaps that brand in your neck had me figure out you're the perfect person for this.
By all means, do not let the life and death's balance disturbed.
