Untold Truth

I woke up and opened my eyes. As the sun's rays reach their corneas, they emit a near-screaming sound. To express my annoyance, I let out a groan. I couldn't see anything.

Once more, I succumbed to sleep. After giving my injured eyes some time to heal, I looked again. My first day of school has begun.

The moment I opened my eyes, I flipped the room's orientation. In my mind, I could recall our home's shattered ceiling. The old house was probably not much more than a shed even back when it was in use. However, after we had departed, the roof began to slump severely, as if a giant had sat on it. So far, I've gotten used to it. The fact that it was so ancient and rundown didn't bother me at all and, in particular, made me feel secure. I'd called it home for a long time. My heart longs for Samaria. That was our old abode.

Metallic coatings based on resin and aged slaked lime were now readily apparent to my eyes. A Venetian ceiling above me made me feel like I was in a privileged world that I didn't earn.

I looked across at Isabel, the regent's bed, and yawned. Currently, she could be found perched on the foot of the bed. Get up to snuff. Next to the crucible where we live is the lovely Aragon Park, and she was staring out the window at it. There weren't many people around yet, but she seemed utterly transfixed by the scene.

We spent the entire day in lockup. In the meantime, Myra and Avi utilized their day off to explore the entirety of school in search of people they found aesthetically charming.

She remained silent the entire afternoon. Until she finished the novel, she'd been reading since dinnertime. Even though he didn't say anything to me last night and merely said 'good night,' I could feel the deep pain in her heart.

Perhaps she detected my gaze when she peered over her shoulder. She smiled only seldom. "Good morning, Stella!" she exclaimed. Her vibe today was very different from her stern appearance the day before. She appeared vulnerable this morning, like a balloon surrounded by cacti and in danger.

"Isa, good morning. How are you sleeping?" I inquired as I began to iron the sheets on my bed.

She appeared surprised. It was like the first time he was asked how he slept. It likewise took a few seconds before I responded. "G—good. It's fine." As she stands up, she clears her throat. Then she'll be back to her old self. "You should take a shower. The coterie will begin in an hour."

"Coterie?"

He walked over and motioned for me to go to the shower room while he made the bed. She moved effortlessly to the bedside and began tugging every edge of the sheet-like a pro. It's like a sophisticated king's handmaiden who understands what she's doing. "Stella, go! I will handle this." He was taken aback when he learned I was watching what he was doing.

I was forced into the shower room and took off my blanket. Then Isabel began to educate me on a certain coterie. I could hear her voice from where I was showering.

"Each talent is assigned to a distinct emphasis in a coterie. Your eye color determines the assignment. Red is for students gifted with speed and agility, which are mostly vampires; yellow is for those with incomparable strengths and strong senses, green is for faes who can control plants and animals; purple is for witches or those gifted with incantations, spells, and potions, gray is for seers, and blue is for hybrids."

"Myra, what about you? She has the same eyes as us. The standard dark brown eyes?"

"Myra is an outlier. There are seven more people like Myra. They are known as deadlocks."

Deadlocks... they appeared to have lingered in my mind until I finished showering.

Isabel talked again as I was going to get dressed, this time overlooking Aragon Park. She appeared to be expecting to see something there, but she kept failing.

"What happens with the deadlocks?" While tightening my uniform's ties, I became inquisitive once more. It was a fantastic fit for my body. The Trinity seems to know everyone in town. Every detail, including the size and shape of each individual's physique.

Isa rose to her feet. She seized the hairbrush and forced me to face the magnificent dresser opposite my bed. In an old vase, there were three huge roses. It appeared to be quite alive. I'm curious if Isa had anything to do with the flowers' freshness.

"Access to some places is usually banned due to deadlocks. They are subjected to rigorous training and are frequently inhibited from enjoying life at the academy." While Isa was straightening my hair, she stated. Every movement of her hand was counted, and she appeared to be a goddess whose every action was immaculate.

I looked in the mirror at myself. I could see the woman's grief in her eyes. She had a narrative that wasn't quite ready to be told. Perhaps she still required time for that.

"How come deadlocks are repressed and forbidden? They are typical. They appear to be devoid of talent. Right?"

Isabel handed me the brush so I could continue working on my hair. He turned around and walked up to her dresser across from his bed. "They're not. The dormancy of their powers can sometimes pose a threat to the majority of mankind. It has occurred before. It has happened to me."

I agreed by nodding. I was almost done putting on my knee socks.

"They had previously been the happiest students. They go through normal classes, are dispatched on a routine mission, and aid the people of Tribus in the same way that charity workers do. Things changed, though, due to an incident that occurred over a year ago. They b—"

"Good day, freaks!" Isabel's story was cut short by a loud voice. Myra, as expected, was the one who had nothing to eat.

"Myra! How many times must I remind you to knock?" Isabel grumbled as she grabbed the purple purse.

"True friends, don't come knocking, Isa! Our lovely provost has dispatched you. The coterie's elderly handsome Santi has already arrived at the center mound! Avi has already arrived at the site, accompanied by a new hearth friend! "The girl cried. It circled in front of Isabel's dresser before continuing. "Make sure we travel through the northern corridor, regent, for the enemies of your life are in the southern hallway!"

Isabel mumbles and rolls her eyes. Before departing, he took a deep breath. She saunters and stares at me as she confirms that I, too, am ready. "The conceited witch hasn't moved on from a past that didn't care for her."

"Yes. Mira Zina Zenovia is known as the haughty witch who makes our student regents' day a living nightmare. But Myra has opened the way for you to be free of anything that causes you tension! So let's get started!" Myra was amusing. While Isabel was speaking to us, it appeared to be a contest announcer.

"Ugh!" Isa approached the front door. "I wonder how many birds you can save by closing your mouth!"

***

Myra had suggested that we head in a northerly direction, so that's what we did. Myra was staring at me as if we were at a beauty pageant while Isabel was at the front. The woman's mental state has me concerned at times. If you didn't hear her strange accent or observe her clumsy movements, you might have thought she was charming.

As we moved towards the center mound right behind the main building, Myra clutched my hand tightly. "When they say you're deadlocked, Stella, I'll take care of you."

"Myra, according to the academy's rules, no one is authorized to bribe or speak to a new student regarding the coterie. It's a crime." Isabel took a step forward. When we leave the room, this principle appears to be very strict. It used to be very different.

"Indeed, madam regent!" Myra responded, her face solemn. But it winked at me and murmured again after a few seconds. "I'm familiar with the procedure. When you're stuck, contact me."

I simply grinned at it. But on the inside, I'm filled with nervousness and apprehension. What if I get stuck? By chance, what will become of me? Myra seemed to be content. But is she truly happy, or is her career as a comedian just a cover for her sadness?

Isabel abruptly came to a halt, delaying our journey toward the venue. Myra cursed at the stand, not knowing who we had met.

"The Sway. Scary..." Myra was able to say.

When I realized The Drift was directly in front of us, minus the young man named Spike, I gulped.

The lady with the black lips and the blue eyes raised an eyebrow at us. She had a sultry, dark-hued appearance. Glor Fina let out a heavy sigh, as if she disagreed with her brother's plan. Two gorgeous and refined men were standing in the rear. One particular person was giving me that feeling again, and I could tell he shared my sentiments.

"So, regent?" Mira Zenovia muttered with sarcasm.

"Yes. Regent!" Myra answered for Isa. The latter did not respond.

"Mira, Isa has found peace. Allow her to be, " said Fabian, the man with curly hair I remember.

"The wicked will never find serenity. Then he added a deadlock and a novice?" Mira's scary purple eyes shift to mine."

"Mira is a brand-new student. She's under my supervision. So, just leave her alone." Isabel finally said something. Even though the Zenovia sisters are already fearsome and frightening, she appeared to protect me.

"Oh, you're serious? So, this newbie still doesn't know what you did to Sandro Aragon? How did you disrupt the deadlocks' calm life? Maybe he won't want to go with you after hearing everything about your stench?" Mira's horn was correct, according to Myra. She should be avoided. She was so terrifying that just looking at her made me cringe.

Glor Fina appeared contrite. Her expression softened as she glanced at me, and she abruptly left, leaving us speechless. Both brothers and both guys paid no attention. Chase's fixated stare was constant. As he studied me, his fists tightened.

"Mira, move on. You don't have all the facts about Sandro's disappearance. Even if I tell you the complete tale, you won't get it. You'll listen with wide-open jaws whenever I try to explain something. Such an attitude is typical of those who are not open to new ideas."

So you're telling me that everything I witnessed wasn't real? Mira's tone of voice was highly high-pitched. He took her arm and tried to calm her down. They make a lovely couple. When I considered this, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

"Not everything that the eye sees is true. The eyes aren't the only source of truth. What you feed your thoughts is what you feed your life, so if you can't stop thinking negatively about me, it's because of what you witnessed. Learn to accept it." Despite Mira's chilling stare, Isabel remained immobile. Regent is not an empty title for her.

Mira's lips pulled up at one edge. It seemed that what Isabel said was intriguing. After hearing Isabel say she would take a detour and walk, I assumed their fight had ended. We were trailing behind Isabel and Myra when a gust of wind pushed me away from them.

For a moment, I was suspended a few inches in the air, and then I felt the weight of what must have been huge hands on my neck. My lungs stopped receiving oxygen. I felt like I was going to hold my breath as Mira's wicked visage gazed at me. That woman is going to murder me.

What a witch!