chapter eleven—rumor has it.

—"PANDORA! PANDORA, COME BACK HERE! WE'RE NOT—"

"NO, I'M DONE TALKING! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

As Pandora slammed the bedroom door, she stormed across the room and flung herself onto the bed, her long, black hair cascading around her in a tangle. She was tired of arguing with Xakheia, the two sisters seemed to always be at odds, despite being raised to be the greatest Arcanists and the daughters of THEE Bradius Charmswell.

They had expectations to become the greatest. Although they were both equals, there was always that certain bridge that divided them.

Xakheia was the responsible one. The one who was mostly chosen first. The one the Divine Council patronized. The one the royals would always turn to in cases of disaster. The one their father would devote his trust to the most.

But then was when...something big happened in their lives.