*Chapter 6: Unseen Forces*
The next few days after her brief encounter with Elias felt heavier than usual. Every corner of Aeloria Academy seemed to pulse with an energy Seraphina couldn't quite place—something invisible, something ancient. The word *prophecy* haunted her every step, as if it were written in the very air, waiting to be revealed.
She couldn't focus during classes. Even when Kael sat beside her, offering small smiles and quiet encouragement, it wasn't enough to settle the storm inside her. Every lesson felt secondary to the *unanswered questions* about her future, her abilities, and most of all—her father.
It was Maria, of course, who noticed. "You're distracted," she said one afternoon as they sat on a bench in the academy's garden, watching students go about their day. "You haven't said a word all class. What's going on with you?"
Seraphina stared at the flowers in front of her, struggling to find the words. "I can't stop thinking about the prophecy," she admitted. "About what Elias said… What if it's true?"
Maria tilted her head, her expression skeptical but soft. "What if it's just some old story, Seraphina? Something meant to scare people. Or to get them to fall in line."
"I don't think it's a story," Seraphina said, her voice far quieter than usual. "It feels real. Like it's been waiting for me all my life."
Maria studied her for a long moment, as if weighing the gravity of the situation. Finally, she sighed. "Well, you're not alone in this. If you need answers, we'll figure it out together. But don't get lost in it, okay? Don't let this prophecy consume you."
Seraphina nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling that the storm was only beginning.
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That night, she dreamt again.
In the dream, she was standing at the edge of a great cliff, overlooking an ocean that seemed to stretch infinitely. The air was thick with fog, and in the distance, Seraphina could hear voices—whispers in a language she didn't understand. But the most terrifying thing about the dream wasn't the strange language, nor the ominous fog—it was the *burning silver light* that flickered just beneath the surface of the ocean.
She reached out, her fingers brushing the cool air as she moved toward it, but before she could touch the light, a hand grabbed her shoulder, pulling her away.
"Not yet," a voice said, sharp but familiar. "You're not ready."
She turned to see Elias, his blue eyes filled with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Elias," she whispered, but he was already gone, vanishing into the mist like smoke.
Seraphina woke with a start, her pulse racing. *What did it mean?*
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