Caspian's POV
Caspian, ths new student in school, preferred the hush of early morning, the crackle of pages turning, the soft creak of floorboards under careful steps. He liked when the world didn't ask anything of him, more like silent, than the usual noise he's used to. His first day at school came and went without a ripple. He was good at that drifting through unnoticed. Buttoned shirt, dark sweater, neat handwriting, polite nods. Just another quiet kid with quiet eyes.
But inside?
Inside, Caspian was full of questions.
Because lately, things had been happening. Unexplainable things. At first it seems normal but gradually he realise that something is not quite right. Like how his pencil wouldn't roll off the desk when it should have. Or how a paper he hadn't touched flipped itself open to the right page. Small things. Easy to ignore. Easy to explain away. But deep down, he knew better.
He'd always known he was… different. His grandmother whispered things when she thought he wasn't listening. His grandfather gave him long, knowing looks when his hands sparked briefly one night by the fire. They never said the word. Not yet. But Caspian could feel the weight of it sitting in his blood like a quiet storm waiting to wake.
His schedule was packed with the usual: literature, math, history, science. But his attention? It drifted.
Especially today. Because something was pulling at him Not someone but something. A pressure in the air, a subtle current that told him this school wasn't as normal as it looked. That he wasn't as alone as he felt.
And when he passed by the courtyard and glimpsed a silver-haired girl who barely blinked at the wind or the brown-haired boy and sharp- eyed girl sitting just a little too still, too focused he knew. They felt it too.
They just didn't know it yet.
Caspian adjusted the strap of his messenger bag and walked on, the smell of old paper and chalk grounding him. His fingers itched with static that wasn't static. And in his pocket, the worn charm his grandmother gave him pulsed warm against his palm.
But he could feel it, like a note hanging in the silence between sounds.
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Damien's POV
He hadn't planned on going outside during lunch. Damien didn't like too much sun, and he hated eating in places where people might ask to sit beside him. But something maybe boredom, maybe instinct drew him out anyway. The courtyard buzzed like usual. Friends laughing too loud. That one group who thought they ran the school. Teachers pretending they weren't tired. He leaned against the shaded side of a pillar near the edge, earbuds in again, but no music playing this time.
Just watching.
They were there again.
The girl with silver hair Sienna, he finally heard someone call her sat alone like usual. She wasn't reading or on her phone. She just… sat. Still. Present. Even from a distance, Damien felt it again. That quiet hum, like the air around her had its own gravity. Not far away, the sharper girl Riley, someone whispered near his locker earlier walked with another student now. A guy. Brown hair, average height, easy smile. Human. But there was something solid in his walk, something… grounded. Like he belonged somewhere, even if he didn't know it yet. Damien tilted his head.
He didn't know why he kept clocking them. It wasn't a crush thing. It wasn't suspicion either. Just… intuition. Like pieces of a puzzle were slowly drifting toward each other, and he could see it before anyone else.
Or maybe he just felt it. Lately, everything felt sharper.
Smells too strong. Sounds too layered. And once, just once, when someone bumped into him in the hallway he saw red. Not just anger. Something deeper. Hotter. And probably sweeter, It only lasted a second, but his hands were shaking for the rest of the period. He hadn't told anyone. He wasn't that dumb.But sometimes, when he passed people especially those three he wondered if they felt it too.
Damien shoved his hands in his pockets, turned, and headed back inside before the bell rang.
He didn't want anyone to notice he was noticing.
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Sienna's POV
Sienna didn't go to school today. Not because she was sick. Not because she didn't want to. But because her body had started humming before dawn, and her mother had stood in the doorway of her room and said, quietly, "It's time."
No questions. No hesitation.
Now, the air in the house had changed. The walls didn't hum with electricity they pulsed with magic. Her room was gone, replaced by something older, something sacred. A veil ring had been summoned, three loops deep, each glowing with a cool blue fire. The ring shimmered in slow pulses, like it breathed. She sat cross-legged in the center, barefoot, wrapped in loose silk robes the color of dusk. The floor beneath her was warm not from heat, but from power.
Her mother watched from outside the veil, her presence steady. Calm. She had once gone through this too. But she didn't interfere. She couldn't. This was Sienna's moment.
The first ripple of magic unfurled beneath her ribs. She inhaled. It didn't feel like burning or breaking it felt like a door slowly swinging open inside her chest. Her body glowed faintly, veins alight beneath her skin in soft violet and silver. That was her weave, her thread the natural magic signature of who she was. Violet for stillness and clarity. Silver for presence, for ancient bloodlines. The threads rose slowly from the circle around her like ribbons of starlight. They didn't burn. They welcomed her. Spiraling around her arms, curling into her hair, brushing against her cheeks like they knew her. She felt her heartbeat align with them. There was no wind, and yet her curtains lifted. There was no music, and yet a rhythm beat from deep in the earth beneath her.
Everything she was everything her bloodline held was waking. She saw flashes behind her closed eyes: wings not yet born, trees with faces, a moonlit lake with stars swimming through it. Echoes of where she came from. She exhaled. Her body trembled, light moving in strands along her skin. Power shimmered down her spine in quiet bursts, not violent natural.
Her mother finally spoke in their old tongue. One word. Gentle and final.
And just like that, the last veil dissolved into the air.
Sienna opened her eyes. Everything was quiet. Everything was new.
The veil was gone, but its presence lingered.
Sienna sat still in the center of the circle, her hands resting gently on her knees. The silk robes now shimmered faintly under the fading magic, catching the light as if laced with stars. Her breath was steady, her heartbeat slow. Everything around her had returned to calm. But she hadn't. She could feel it in the way the world breathed with her now. In the way her senses extended—not in loud bursts, but like the surface of a pond reacting to distant ripples. Every thread of life nearby whispered to her. The trees outside. The light brushing the windows. Even the silence had shape.
Her mother approached quietly, barefoot across the floor. She said nothing at first. Just knelt beside her, hands folded neatly in her lap, waiting.
Sienna turned toward her.
"It's… different," she said softly, voice almost fragile. "But not wrong."
Her mother smiled, eyes soft with pride. "It's never wrong. It's who you are."
Sienna looked down at her arms. The faint lines of silver and violet still danced beneath her skin, soft and glowing like moonlight trapped under flesh. It didn't hurt. It didn't even buzz. It simply was.
"Will they fade?" she asked, nodding to the light in her veins.
"In time," her mother said. "But your power will never be silent again."
She rose to her feet, and Sienna followed, her movements careful.like trying to walk for the first time in a new body..The mirror in her room reflected what she already felt.
Her ears had subtly sharpened graceful, elegant. Her eyes were deeper now, more ancient. And her skin had a soft glow, not constant, but there like dusk never left her. But it was her presence that had changed most. Before, Sienna moved through the world without leaving a ripple. Now, she belonged to it. She was part of the thread. A daughter of the veil.
Her mother touched her cheek gently. "You'll go back soon. You'll feel like you're hiding again. But this time, you'll know you're more."
Sienna nodded.
And for the first time, she smiled. Not because something was funny.
But because she finally recognized herself.