I woke up to the sound of my mother's voice calling out my name.
Rubbing my eyes sleepily, I forced myself to wake up before she came into my room "sigh" - I'm so tired.
Ugh, my chest feels so suffocated, a crushing sensation gripped my chest, as if an immense weight has been dropped upon me.
My entire body was throbbing with pain, but my chest is a vortex of agony - tight, constricted, and unyielding. Suddenly, the memories come flooding back: my dream, now a haunting nightmare.
Since I and my family moved from Estaria to Ceyloria due my parents work , It all started again this nightmare in form of a dream.
But what's more confusing about this nightmare is the fact that two different scenarios play out one with a girl named Cassie and the other; "shivering"- I couldn't help it when it's related those eyes.
How are they connected to eachother?...maybe this house haun...
Phelia!
"Oh no, Mum!" I exclaimed, rushing to the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth and shower. I didn't have time to indulge in a relaxing soak in the tub.
"Today marks a new day for new experiences, but I'm not looking forward to it."
Just thinking about the fact that today is going to be my first day at "Pargon Imperial Academy of Sideræl".
Wow, I'm so happy, excited, maybe a bit scared...Not...it's just another mentally draining, stressful, and not something I would love to do everyday of my life till I graduate, and because it's a and I quote "a prestigious academy for only the best", makes it all the more harder to cope and fit in.
The pressure to perform, the stress, and the mental drain – it's a daunting prospect that I'll have to endure everyday until graduation.
I should be happy, excited even, but the truth is, I'm dreading it. Attending the prestigious Pargon Imperial Academy of Sideræl, touted as a haven for only the best, fills me with anxiety.
I'll likely be mistaken for one of them since I'm enrolled, but the truth is, I'm not among the best – not even close.
In a reality where power is everything, and strength is the ultimate measure. I have the ability to read minds, my physical strength only marginally above average.
I often find myself perplexed by the fact that, despite being born to powerful parents, I inherited a completely different ability and a relatively weak physical body.
My mum's abilities are impressive: she can control the weather within a radius of two football fields and also manipulate people's body movements, although there is one caveat - her control is ineffective against individuals who possess superior strength to hers.
My dad wields control over four elemental forces: fire, water, wind, and earth, each at varying levels of mastery that continue to evolve.
Notably, his fire elemental has reached level 6, granting him access to the formidable "Red-Orange" flame, a potent force within its range. The ultimate level, "The Violet," awaits at level 10, representing the pinnacle of fiery power.
Furthermore, I have a feeling that my younger brother Salvoor's yet-to-be-discovered abilities will ultimately prove more formidable than my own.
As for Savloor, we certainly haven't seen the last of him. Everyday, he bombards us with questions: "Do you think I'll awaken my powers today?", "Dad, how old were you when you first awakened?", "Mom, will my abilities be as strong as yours and Dad's?."
His innocent curiosity, paired with his striking features - snow-white hair with blue undertones, bright blue eyes flecked with brown and green that sparkle when discussing abilities - is endlessly entertaining.
But I know that as he grows older, the harsh realities of the world will inevitably creep in, and the cruel nature of humanity will be revealed. My heartfelt wish is for Salvoor to remain happy, surround himself with good people, and preserve the sparkle in his eyes forever.
Well anyway, my family's exceptional powers have earned us a position as one of the country's top families, inspiring a mix of fear, respect, and admiration from others.
"Within a society that thrives on conflict and power struggles, survival demands a delicate balance of brawn, magical prowess, strategic skill, and more – any weakness is a liability."
I slipped into a flowing floral sundress, paired with flat beige sandals, and tied my long, curly silver hair into a ponytail. To complete my look, I added delicate jewelry around my neck and ears.
"I always try to keep a low profile when I'm out, so I opted for a simple look today, but it's no use - aside from my hair color, my bright silver eyes are a dead giveaway." _sigh_
After getting ready, I stood before the mirror, gave myself a thumbs up, and offered some words of encouragement. "You can do this. You're the best." I chuckled at my own bravado. Who was I kidding, anyway? Haaaaa.
I walked downstairs to the dining table. "Hey Mom! Good morning, Dad" I said, greeting them cheerfully. I ruffled my little brother's hair, and he gave me his usual scowl, which made me laugh. "Haha, so cute!"
As I sat down to breakfast hoping a full stomach would boost my spirit , Mum asked, "Excited for your first day of school?" I shook my head, "Not really."
Dad's firm tone left no room for debate. "You're going, young lady. Get used to it." I sighed, feeling like I'd already said all I could. My protests had fallen on deaf ears, and I reluctantly accepted defeat.
After finishing breakfast, it was time to depart. I settled into the back seat of my car, where my luggage had already been loaded. I thanked the driver for opening the door – his chivalrous gesture seemed out of character, as he often came across as somewhat eccentric. I couldn't help but wonder what had led a man in his early twenties to work as a driver.
With hugs still warm in our hearts from the lengthy goodbye, Mom, Dad, and Savloor got into the car. As they drove away, our smiles couldn't mask the tinge of sadness that filled the bittersweet moment.
Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of not seeing them for awhile, and I fought to keep them from spilling over.
Reassuring myself saying; "I'll be back" and "we'll see each other really soon," did what it could to calm my nerves.
As my car pulled away, I gazed longingly at the gate, steeling myself for the journey ahead. With a deep breath, I turned my attention forward, mentally preparing myself for what was to come.