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The forest swallowed us whole as we continued deeper into the night. Moonlight filtered gently through the thick canopy, creating a surreal, silver-lit path that guided us forward. My heartbeat still hadn't slowed—each thump echoing the lingering tension from our encounter with the Headmaster. Yet, as our footsteps carried us farther away from the academy, a strange sense of relief began to mingle with my unease.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Camille signaled for us to stop. We'd reached a small, secluded clearing surrounded by ancient trees, their branches twisting protectively around the space. It was a natural hideaway—exactly the kind Evelyn would have wanted us to use.

"This should be safe enough," Camille said quietly, eyes scanning the perimeter carefully. Frost curled gently around her fingers as she reinforced the area with a subtle ice barrier—just enough to alert us if someone approached.

Claire practically collapsed onto a fallen log, breathing out a long sigh. "I thought we'd never stop moving."

Tessa smirked lightly, but she too sank against one of the trees, visibly relaxing her shoulders for the first time tonight. "Complaining already?"

Claire huffed, shooting Tessa a pointed look. "I'll have you know, my feet are practically destroyed. You'd better hope no monsters find us tonight, because I won't be able to run."

"I'll carry you," Tessa deadpanned. "Like always."

Claire raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Promises, promises."

I shook my head lightly, a soft smile escaping despite everything. Even in the midst of chaos, these girls knew exactly how to soothe the jagged edges of my nerves. But as the adrenaline faded, reality began settling in heavily again.

Camille stepped over quietly, her gentle voice pulling me back from my spiraling thoughts. "You okay?"

I hesitated, brushing a hand through my hair. "Honestly? I don't even know anymore."

She gave a small, understanding smile. "Me neither. But at least we're together."

I returned her smile softly. "Yeah."

The silence stretched between us comfortably for a few seconds before I exhaled deeply, my eyes dropping to the amulet resting against my collarbone. Evelyn's pendant, faintly warm against my skin, reminded me of her cryptic warnings. The Headmaster's chilling smile resurfaced in my mind, along with Evelyn's lingering words:

They are already watching you.

"How much do you think she knows?" I finally murmured, almost to myself.

"Evelyn?" Camille asked softly.

I nodded slowly. "She's hiding so much more than she's saying, isn't she?"

Camille was quiet for a moment, considering. "She is. But I believe she's on our side—no matter how complicated she makes it."

"I hope you're right."

We fell quiet again, the comfortable silence soon interrupted by Claire's exaggerated groan.

"I'm starving. Did anyone think to grab food?" she complained loudly, dramatically draping herself over Tessa's shoulder.

Tessa rolled her eyes but didn't shove Claire away. "I wasn't exactly thinking about a midnight snack while dodging mind-controlled guards."

"You're always thinking about food," Claire retorted.

"Not when I'm busy saving your life."

Claire's laughter was quick and bright, chasing away the heavier shadows lurking at the edges of the clearing.

But just as the mood started to lighten, my gaze caught something—movement in the shadows beyond our makeshift campsite. I stiffened immediately, fingers brushing the dagger at my hip.

"Quiet," I whispered urgently, heart suddenly racing again.

Instantly, Camille, Claire, and Tessa fell silent, their bodies tense and alert. Camille stepped beside me, eyes narrowing into the darkness.

"Someone's there," she murmured, ice magic flickering subtly at her fingertips.

I took a cautious step forward. "Come out. We know you're there."

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then, slowly, a figure stepped into the moonlight—familiar, graceful, and impossibly composed given the circumstances.

"Lillian?" I breathed, half-relieved, half-confused.

Lillian Aurora stepped fully into view, moonlight illuminating her soft pastel-pink hair and serene green eyes. But despite her composed demeanor, tension tightened her shoulders—something was clearly wrong.

"I hoped you hadn't gone far," Lillian said softly, offering a gentle smile. "I managed to slip away from the palace unnoticed, but I don't know how much time I have."

"What's happened?" Camille asked sharply, sensing the urgency in Lillian's tone.

Lillian's eyes flickered briefly, betraying the unease hidden beneath her elegant facade. "My mother—the Queen—has called for an emergency meeting of the nobles. They're gathering now to discuss the fallen North Gate. But…" She hesitated, her eyes shifting toward me, serious and anxious. "There's talk about declaring certain noble houses traitors. Vandren and Hayes specifically."

My blood froze instantly. "What?"

"The Headmaster's involved," Lillian continued, voice trembling slightly with carefully controlled anger. "He's presented so-called evidence implicating your families. They're planning something big, something dangerous."

"That's why he didn't stop us more forcefully," Tessa muttered bitterly. "He's setting us up."

I felt the ground sway beneath me slightly, dread pooling in my chest. The truth Evelyn warned us about—it was worse than I imagined.

Claire's eyes widened in disbelief. "They wouldn't actually… right?"

Lillian's expression darkened gravely. "The nobles have always been eager to eliminate rivals. Given the chaos at the borders, they see this as the perfect opportunity."

Silence filled the clearing, heavier and colder than before. My heart hammered painfully in my chest, each beat echoing the cruel, unavoidable truth.

Camille reached out, her fingers gently brushing against my arm, grounding me. "We'll stop them."

"How?" Claire's voice trembled slightly. "We can't just march into a royal meeting."

"No," Lillian replied firmly, eyes glinting with determination, "but I can."

We all turned sharply to her.

"I'll buy you time," she said firmly. "I'll stall the meeting. But you have to move quickly—find your parents, gather proof, and expose the Headmaster. It's our only chance."

"It's too dangerous," I said instinctively, dread pooling in my chest at the thought of Lillian walking into such a volatile situation alone.

She stepped closer, reaching out to lightly squeeze my hand, the gesture gentle yet resolute. "Trust me. This is the best chance we have."

Her emerald eyes locked onto mine, silently pleading for me to understand.

Slowly, painfully, I nodded.

"Be careful," I whispered softly, fingers briefly tightening around hers.

She smiled faintly, strength shining through the quiet vulnerability in her eyes. "I promise."

With a final glance, she turned gracefully, disappearing back into the shadows she'd emerged from.

The silence she left behind pressed heavily upon us.

Tessa exhaled quietly. "Looks like our timetable just moved up."

I swallowed hard, resolve hardening despite the anxiety twisting within me.

"We're going to end this," I said, determination flooding every word, "for our families and for ourselves."

And as I spoke, the weight of what lay ahead settled upon my shoulders—but this time, it was a weight I welcomed. Because now, we knew exactly who and what we were up against.

The moon was now high, casting a silvery glow over the clearing as we silently prepared ourselves. Despite the calm façade we tried to maintain, tension hummed in every movement, every gesture. Lillian's brief appearance had turned the urgency of our mission into something much more immediate.

Claire was the first to speak, her usual playful tone subdued. "If they're really going after our families, then there's nowhere truly safe, is there?"

I shook my head slowly. "Probably not. But we'll figure it out. Lillian gave us a chance, and we can't waste it."

Camille stepped forward, eyes calm and determined. "Then we start by heading towards the North Gate. If there's any evidence left, we'll find it there. Our families' honor—and their lives—depend on it."

Tessa's red eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "There will be resistance. If the Headmaster knows we're onto him, he'll send more than just mind-controlled guards next time."

"We'll be ready," I murmured, feeling a gentle pulse from Evelyn's necklace. The gemstone seemed to radiate quiet encouragement, reminding me of her faith in me.

With our minds set, we quickly gathered our bearings and prepared to move again. The journey ahead would be long and perilous, but I trusted these girls implicitly. Whatever came, we'd face it together.

As we pressed deeper into the woods, the reality of our mission pressed heavier upon me. Every shadow seemed to hold a threat, every distant sound raised our caution. Still, I found comfort in the rhythmic footsteps of my companions beside me—proof that I wasn't alone.

After what felt like hours of cautious travel, the dense woods finally began to thin, opening into sprawling fields. The northern landscape stretched before us, moonlit grassland broken by scattered, smoldering ruins. Even from here, the lingering scars of the recent battle were visible, marring the once-proud countryside.

Claire's violet eyes widened at the scene. "This is worse than I imagined…"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, my heart aching at the sight. "Come on. Let's see what we can find."

As we ventured carefully into the devastated territory, evidence of the brutal conflict surrounded us. Burned homes, trampled fields—signs of desperate struggle etched deeply into the land. Yet strangely, there were no soldiers or monsters to be seen, only an eerie quiet that felt profoundly unsettling.

A chill ran down my spine. "It's too quiet. Where is everyone?"

Camille scanned the area, eyes wary. "Either the fighting moved elsewhere, or… someone doesn't want us seeing the aftermath clearly."

We pushed forward cautiously, moving toward what had once been the Vandren Estate's northern watchtower. From here, my father had once led his men, confident and strong. Now, only ruins remained, stone scattered across the battlefield.

My heart squeezed painfully. "We need answers. Keep an eye out for anything—reports, letters, signs of what really happened."

Tessa crouched by the debris, sifting through shattered wood and stone. "Here," she said quietly, holding up something partially burned but recognizable—a torn military emblem, the insignia of Duke Vandren's division. "They fought here. But the bodies…?"

"Removed?" Camille asked, brow furrowed.

I nodded grimly. "Likely to cover something up."

Claire, who'd been quietly surveying the outskirts, suddenly stiffened. "Wait. Did you hear that?"

I turned sharply, straining my ears. At first, only silence—then, faintly, a rustling sound. Before any of us could move, a figure staggered from behind a charred pillar. His armor was battered, torn, his dark hair tangled and face streaked with dirt and dried blood.

My heart stopped.

"Orion Hayes?" I breathed, disbelief washing through me.

He blinked, unfocused eyes slowly gaining clarity. "Sera...? Diana... Is Diana safe?"

"She's safe," I quickly assured him, rushing forward to support his weight as he nearly collapsed. "We're here to find you and my father. Do you know where he is?"

Orion Hayes gripped my shoulder weakly, eyes haunted. "He stayed behind to hold the line so we could evacuate. We were betrayed from within… Orders changed at the last minute. Elias… he knew something was wrong, told me to go ahead, to warn you all."

My heart clenched painfully, but determination surged stronger. "Who betrayed you?"

He swallowed thickly, gaze growing clearer as strength seeped back into his voice. "Someone high-ranking. Someone who knew every move we made. Someone inside Fiore's command structure."

"The Headmaster?" Camille suggested quietly.

Orion nodded slowly. "He was involved somehow. Messages intercepted, troops misdirected… The monsters were guided. This invasion wasn't natural."

Claire's voice was tight with anger. "He let people die just to set up our families?"

Orion nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so."

I drew in a shaky breath, determination flooding my veins like fire. "We'll expose him. Do you have any proof?"

Orion reached weakly into his torn cloak, pulling out a small scroll, partially charred. "This was recovered from a fallen courier. It proves orders were deliberately falsified."

Camille took it gently, tucking it securely inside her jacket. "Then we have our first piece of evidence."

Orion Hayes's eyes softened with relief. "I knew you'd come. But you must hurry—the Headmaster has powerful allies. Fiore stands at the brink of civil war."

I helped him to sit down carefully, Claire quickly moving forward to channel gentle gusts of restorative wind magic around him. "We'll handle it from here," I promised softly, looking into his weary eyes. "You need to rest. We'll send help as soon as we can."

He nodded slowly, his grip loosening with exhaustion. "Protect Diana."

"We will," I vowed quietly.

As Orion Hayes slipped into an uneasy sleep, we regrouped, the gravity of our discovery weighing heavily upon us.

"Now we have proof," Camille said, ice-blue eyes shining with resolve. "But we need more. The Headmaster's web runs deep."

Tessa nodded, red eyes intense. "Then let's unravel it completely."

I glanced toward the moonlit horizon, determination settling deep in my chest. My parents were out there, somewhere, and I would find them. We'd clear their names, save Fiore, and expose the true enemy hiding in plain sight.

Because now, there was no turning back.

No matter what it took—this war was ours to win.