That night, Aira tossed and turned in her bed, unable to shake off the sense of foreboding. Finally, exhaustion overcame her, and she drifted into a deep sleep.
In the dream, she found herself standing in a vast, ethereal meadow bathed in a soft, otherworldly light. Around her, the air shimmered with magic, and she felt an overwhelming sense of calm. As she looked around, she saw the familiar figures of Saint Marriane, Saint Lina, and Saint Miya. But tonight, there were two new faces.
The first figure was a man with striking blonde hair and piercing purple eyes. His presence exuded a cold, commanding aura, and the air around him seemed to drop several degrees. He gave Aira a reassuring smile.
"I am Saint Adam," he introduced himself, his voice like the crisp crackle of ice. "I wield the power of ice."
Beside him stood a man with jet-black hair and vivid green eyes, radiating a warmth that contrasted sharply with Saint Adam's chill. He nodded at Aira with a friendly smile.
"And I am Saint Edwin," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "I wield the power of fire."
Aira's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed at the two saints. "Saint Adam, Saint Edwin," she whispered, awe-struck. "Why have you come to me?"
Saint Marriane stepped forward, her golden eyes filled with kindness. "Aira, the time has come for you to learn the full extent of your magic. You possess a unique blend of elemental powers that can only be harnessed by understanding each one. Our magic is just a tool, the thing that matter os unity and your will. Saint Adam and Saint Edwin will help you master ice and fire."
Aira nodded, determination hardening her resolve. " I know about flame, Uncle Davon taught me basics.... but.... ice." She sensed the pressire of being the chosen one and said I'm ready."
Saint Adam extended his hand, and a delicate snowflake formed in his palm. "Ice is about control, precision, and clarity. Feel the chill, but do not let it consume you."
Aira closed her eyes, focusing on the cool sensation spreading through her body. She imagined the ice flowing through her veins, sharp and clear. When she opened her eyes, a delicate frost covered her hands.
Saint Edwin stepped forward, a small flame dancing in his palm. "Fire is about passion, strength, and will. Feel the warmth, but do not let it burn you."
Aira felt the heat spread through her, a fierce yet controlled energy. She focused on the warmth, channeling it through her fingers until a small flame flickered at her fingertips.
The saints watched her progress with approving smiles. "Good, Aira," Saint Marriane said. "Now, combine the elements within you."
Aira closed her eyes again, feeling the frost and flame intertwine within her. It was challenging to balance the opposing forces, but she focused on the harmony between them. When she opened her eyes, a swirling vortex of ice and fire danced around her hands.
"You've done well, Aira," Saint Miya said, her azure eyes sparkling with pride. "But there's more to learn."
Saint Lina stepped forward. "Aira, Avalon Academy holds a powerful artifact—the Sword of Arnold. You know it right. It is hidden within the academy grounds, protected by powerful magic. You must retrieve it."
Aira's eyes widened. "The Sword of Arnold? But how will I find it?"
Saint Lina smiled. "You won't be alone. You must seek the help of your friends—Asahi, Isaac, Sophia and Beatrice. Together, you can uncover its location and retrieve it."
Aira nodded, determination blazing in her eyes. "I will do it. I will find the Sword of Arnold and use it to protect Avalon."
The saints nodded in approval, their forms beginning to fade. "Remember, Aira," Saint Marriane said, her voice echoing in the ethereal meadow. "You have the strength within you. Trust in yourself and your friends."
As the dream began to fade, Aira felt a surge of confidence and purpose. She would find the Sword of Arnold, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.
Aira woke up with a start, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Ruby, who had been nestled beside her, blinked sleepily and yawned.
"Are you alright, Aira?" Ruby asked, sensing her friend's heightened emotions.
Aira nodded, her mind racing with the revelations from the dream. "We need to gather Asahi, Isaac, Beatrice and Sophia," she said, determination etched in her voice. "We have a mission."
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Later that morning, Aira found gatheredthem in dininghall at the corner.. She quickly recounted her dream, describing the saints and their message about the Sword of Arnold. Her friends listened intently, their expressions a mix of awe and determination.
"So, this is what happened, you are not from this world" said Sophia.
"But it doesn't matter, we will save Shade." Said Beatrice.
"So, we need to sneak into the academy and find this sword?" Asahi asked, a spark of excitement in his eyes.
Isaac nodded thoughtfully. "It won't be easy. The sword is likely heavily guarded and protected by powerful magic."
"But we're not just any students," Sophia added, her eyes gleaming with determination. "We're a team, and we have Aira's guidance from the saints."
Aira smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude for her friends. "Together, we can do this."
The group spent the next few days meticulously planning their mission. They gathered in the library, spreading out ancient maps of the academy on a large wooden table. Isaac traced his finger over the intricate blueprints, noting potential hidden chambers and restricted areas that could conceal the Sword of Arnold. Sophia hovered above the table, using her levitation abilities to get a bird's-eye view of the layout. Asahi, with his keen eye for detail, marked spots where security seemed lax or where elemental magic might be required to gain access.
Meanwhile, Aira devoted herself to rigorous training sessions. In a secluded courtyard, she practiced under the watchful eyes of Saint Adam and Saint Edwin. Saint Adam, with his mastery of ice magic, demonstrated complex techniques, his hands moving gracefully as he conjured intricate ice structures. Aira mimicked his movements, creating frosty patterns in the air, her control becoming sharper with each passing day.
Saint Edwin, with his fiery demeanor, taught her the art of fire magic. He summoned flames with a flick of his wrist, the fire dancing in his palms. Aira followed suit, her fire magic growing more controlled and powerful. She learned to balance the opposing elements within her, channeling both ice and fire seamlessly.
During these sessions, the saints shared wisdom and tips, recounting their own experiences and battles. Aira absorbed their teachings, her confidence building alongside her skills. The courtyard became a haven of elemental magic, the air crackling with energy as she pushed herself to new limits.
As the days passed, the group reconvened to refine their plan. Each member contributed their insights and expertise, their bond strengthening as they worked toward a common goal. The mission to retrieve the Sword of Arnold was daunting, but with their combined skills and determination, they felt prepared to face any challenge that lay ahead.
As the day drew to a close, Aira's mobile buzzed with an unexpected message. It was from Uncle Davon, instructing her to contact him through the mirror.
Later that night, Aira and Ruby stealthily sneaked out of their room. They chanted the spell "Invoco," and the mirror flashed to life, revealing Mr. Lixon's familiar face.
"Hey, Aira! Are you doing well?" asked Mr. Lixon.
"I'm fine, Mr. Lixo—I mean, Uncle Davon," Aira replied with a teasing grin.
Ruby cut in, her eyes blazing. "You knew everything, didn't you? Aira's soul told us everything."
"What? She never mentioned anything to me," Uncle Davon exclaimed, looking genuinely shocked.
Aira frowned. "You should have told me earlier."
Uncle Davon sighed, his expression turning serious. "Listen closely. You're still alive in your world, but you're on a deathbed. If you complete the quest there and save shade, you can return alive."
Aira's eyes widened in shock. "Does that mean Aira will leave me here?" Ruby asked, her voice trembling.
Uncle Davon took a deep breath. "Ruby, there's something I should explain. I once tried to connect to the demon realm to find a way to find shade . But the connection closed too soon, and you were the only being I could retrieve. You disappeared just as you came out."
Ruby's face paled. "What? Am I a demon too?"
Uncle Davon shook his head. "No, I sense pure divinity within you. Only you can save Aira now."
"Maybe, Ruby was fate Aira. Ruby was written in your fate" said Uncle Davon.
The weight of his words hung in the air as Aira and Ruby exchanged determined glances, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Aira and Ruby exchanged a determined look, the weight of Uncle Davon's revelation settling upon them. The revelation added a new layer of complexity to their mission, but their resolve remained unshaken.
The next morning, Aira discreetly gathered her friends, their faces etched with concern as she relayed Uncle Davon's message. The news of Aira's critical condition in her own world sent a wave of shock through the group.
"We have to find this sword even faster," declared Sophia, her voice laced with urgency.
Asahi nodded grimly. "We can't afford any missteps."
Isaac, ever the strategist, suggested, "Perhaps we should revisit the restricted library section. There might be clues about the Sword of Arnold's location in ancient texts."
"For now practice your five elements" said Asahi. " Let's train in my private ground tomorrow after the classes are over"
Asahi led the group to his private training ground. The ground was surrounded by tall, ancient trees that rustled gently in the breeze, creating a serene atmosphere conducive to focused training.
Aira, Sophia, Isaac, and Beatrice stood in a circle, their expressions determined as they prepared to practice their elemental abilities. Aira took a deep breath, recalling the teachings from her dream and the guidance of Saint Adam and Saint Edwin. She focused her thoughts on ice and fire, feeling the energies stir within her. She maj
Sophia, with her affinity for levitation, hovered slightly above the ground, her concentration evident as she practiced controlling objects around her. Isaac stood nearby, his eyes closed in deep concentration as he summoned crackling bolts of lightning that danced between his fingertips.
Beatrice, surrounded by a soft glow of light, channeled her powers of illumination to create intricate patterns in the air, demonstrating her mastery over light magic. Each member of the group honed their skills, pushing themselves to reach new levels of proficiency.
Asahi, positioned at the center of their circle, observed their progress with a keen eye. He provided occasional guidance, offering insights into refining their techniques and achieving greater control over their respective elements. The training session was intense yet rewarding, each member pushing themselves to harness their elemental powers to their fullest potential.
After hours of practice, the group paused to catch their breath, gathering in a circle once more. Aira looked around at her friends, a sense of camaraderie and determination filling her heart.
"We're making progress," Aira said, her voice filled with confidence.
Isaac glanced at the setting sun, its golden rays casting a warm glow over the training ground. "Tomorrow, we'll resume our search for clues in the restricted library section," he suggested. "There may be ancient texts or manuscripts that hold the key to finding the sword."
Beatrice added, "And we'll continue to train, refining our skills until we're prepared to face whatever guardians or obstacles protect the sword."
Asahi smiled, a glint of determination in his eyes. "We'll do whatever it takes to succeed. Avalon Academy is counting on us."
With renewed resolve, the group dispersed, each member carrying with them the shared determination to uncover the mysteries of the Sword of Arnold and protect Avalon from the looming threat. As they walked back towards the academy under the fading light of dusk, Aira couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the brink of something momentous—a destiny that awaited them, bound by courage, unity, and the power of their elemental magic.