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Nyxara sat at the breakfast table, her feet swinging just above the floor, as her uncle busied himself in the kitchen. Despite his wealth and status, xavier always insisted on making her breakfast whenever they had the chance to spend a quiet morning together. Today was no different, as the smell of freshly cooked eggs and buttered toast filled the room.
"Uncle, why don't you let the servants do that?"
She giggled, watching him fumble with a pan.
Xavier shot her a glare, though the corners of his mouth twitched with a smile.
"Because, little miss, they wouldn't do it right. And you deserve only the best. My best."
Nyxara laughed, taking a sip of her orange juice. Moments like these were her favorite. Despite everything—the magic, the danger, the mystery surrounding her life—these quiet mornings with her uncle made her feel like an ordinary girl, even if just for a little while.
As her uncle slid a plate in front of her with a flourish, Nyxara glanced out the window, where a group of teenagers were walking past, laughing and chatting on their way to school. She watched them curiously, her brow furrowing.
"Uncle, where are they going?"
Xavier followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow.
"School, I imagine. It's that time of day, after all."xavier answered.
Nyxara poked at her toast, her mind working through something. She glanced back at the teenagers, then at her uncle.
"I want to go too."
Her uncle froze, the playful smile slipping from his face. He stared at her as if she had just spoken in a language he didn't understand.
"Go where?"xavier asked unsure of what he just heard.
"To school! Everyone my age is going, and I want to go too."
Xavier blinked, clearly taken aback. He had expected many things from her—questions about her magic, requests for more freedom, but this… this was different.
"School?"
Nyxara nodded, her expression earnest.
"I want to learn, Uncle. I've been inside for so long, but I see people my age going, and they look so happy. I want to make friends and learn things outside of our home. Please?"
Xavier looked torn, his protective instincts immediately flaring up. The thought of Nyxara out in the world, mingling with ordinary people, exposed to potential dangers, made his chest tighten. But then he saw the way her eyes sparkled with excitement, the curiosity brimming just beneath the surface.
"You've already got more knowledge in your little finger than most of those kids, Nyxara."
"That's not the same. I want to experience it. Like they do."
There was a long pause as xavier studied her, his mind racing. He had done everything to keep her safe, to protect her from the chaos of the world. But maybe… maybe she needed to live a little too.
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Alright. But I'll make sure you're well-guarded. And if anything seems off, you come straight home. Understood?"
Nyxara's face lit up with joy, and she jumped out of her chair, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.
"Thank you, Uncle! You're the best!"
Xavier chuckled, patting her back, though he still looked a little uneasy.
"Yeah, yeah. Just remember, I'll be watching."
Her uncle stood, walking to the large windows that overlooked the sprawling estate. His hands clasped behind his back, he stared out, as if weighing a decision that could not be taken lightly.
"You're right," he said at last, turning to face her. "You do need to experience life beyond here. But a regular school is out of the question."
Nyxara's heart sank. "What do you mean?"
"If you go to a regular school," he continued, "your magic will be impossible to conceal. You are... unique, Nyxara. Born from the chaos of both light and darkness. If anyone discovered who you really are, it would put you in unimaginable danger."
Nyxara's excitement faded, replaced by the weight of her uncle's words. She knew her birth had been shrouded in mystery, but sometimes she wished she could just be normal. She lowered her eyes. "Then what should I do?"
Her uncle stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You'll go to school—but not just any school. There's a magic academy, where those with abilities are trained to control and develop their powers."
Nyxara looked up, her eyes widening with surprise. "A magic academy?"
He nodded. "Yes. But there's one condition." His tone turned serious. "I will seal most of your magic."
Nyxara's breath caught in her throat. "Seal... my magic?"
"You are too powerful, Nyxara. If your true potential were to be revealed, people would ask questions—questions we cannot afford them to ask. By sealing your magic, I can protect you, and no one will know what you truly are."
She wanted to protest, to argue that she could control it, but deep down, she knew her uncle was right. Her powers had always been unpredictable, and with the shadow of her past looming, keeping her abilities hidden was the safest option. Still, the thought of entering a magic academy without the full extent of her powers left her feeling uneasy.
"I understand," she said quietly.
Her uncle smiled gently. "I know this isn't easy for you. But you will still be able to practice, learn, and grow at the academy. And one day, when the time is right, I will release your full power."
His promise brought her a small measure of comfort. "Thank you," she whispered.
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Time passed slowly in Nyxara's eyes, she watched as her uncle busied himself calling acquaintances...he cannot reveal his identity as her uncle just as she can't reveal her powers because he is quite the big shot, people will always keep their eyes on her if he did so.
The academy is situated outside the city. however,it is not hidden by magic like she expected and people also know that it exist...not as magic academy but as an academy that is hard to get in no matter your wealth, it depends on the principal mood,they are all kinds of rumours but although it attracted doubt it is still the same so it is soon forgotten.
The magic academy stood at the top of a hill, its towering spires casting long shadows over the valley below. Nyxara adjusted her clothes nervously as she approached the gates, her heart pounding in her chest.
As soon as she stepped inside, she could feel the eyes on her. Students in luxurious robes, each adorned with the insignias of their powerful magical families, glanced at her with barely concealed curiosity—and in some cases, disdain. She was a newcomer, an unknown, and without any outward display of power, she seemed beneath them.
Nyxara kept her head high, despite the whispers she heard as she walked past.
"Who is she?"
"She doesn't look like much."
"I've never heard of her family."
The comments stung, but Nyxara reminded herself of her uncle's words. They don't know. They can't know. She would have to play the role of the unremarkable student, blending in as much as possible.