The ceremony carried on.
But I no longer saw the stage.
I saw him—not the man handing out wands, but the tyrant who very possibly rewrote my world with his magic.
I clenched my wand tighter in anger, heart pounding.
The Love Fairies around me whispered, stealing glances and looking away when I met their eyes. Heck, Doverel wouldn't meet my gaze, as if I were diseased.
Was she scared of me? Just because I stood up to Arisa?
Seriously?
Love Fairies.
Spineless in my time. Still are now.
Pathetic.
And I remembered—
Back when the Love Fairy Kingdom remembered me.
Back when I was the first of my kind.
The Love Fairy born from magic itself.
Not raised. Not trained.
Born.
Magic crackled and gave me form—thought, desire, will.
And I used that gift.
Reached into the hearts of others and helped them find each other.
Soon, others followed—empaths, healers, listeners.