CHAPTER 9: When Glass Cracks
Scene 1- Lines Drawn in Silence
Location: South Courtyard, behind the library Time: The next day, early morning
It started with a glance. Then a nod. Then silence.
Valen leaned against the stone bench near the courtyard wall, chewing the edge of a toothpick like he was bored- but his eyes were sharply alert. Eshon stood beside him, tapping a pencil against a closed notebook.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmhKSdtHG52
"She's... different," Eshon said at last. "Not in the way people pretend to be. It's like-like she doesn't care what Kaeli is."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHbJQmbQ0k5
Valen grunted. "Or she doesn't know what he is."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvsVerTUMiB
"She sat with him," Eshon replied. "That's enough to make her a target. Or a threat."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzzmbvVy5gU
The silence stretched.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHv8s9GOfrH
Finally, Valen stood up straight, pulling his hood over his short curls. "Kaeli didn't stop her. That means something."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyZTwmkQ0H3
It seemed that no matter how much they talked about Elara, they couldn't get her out of their heads; she seemed like a mystery to them.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1BGlLcGGSK
Eshon glanced toward the main building. "We watch. We don't act. Yet."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXNyONTSnHF
Valen smirked. "Yeah. But if she stirs up ghosts... I'm not burying another."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUWRWjeU0VC
They walked away, their shadows long under the morning sun- two soldiers in a silent war no one else could see
Scene 2 - A Game of Shadows33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc8uWGzwq6o
Location: Reverend Watt High - Assembly Hall turned Debate Arena33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9ivpFCN1EZ
Time: Later that day, mid-afternoon33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFcCUxJGnJ
The assembly hall had been rearranged-not for a speech, not for punishment, but for the weekly debate club showcase. Long tables lined with mismatched chairs stretched across the room. The soft hum of whispers and pages flipping filled the air like bees in a restless hive.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRwzTCTsgtF
Elara had no intention of joining. She wasn't part of the club. She barely understood the structure. But as she walked past the open doors with her books clutched to her chest, something made her pause.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1uysd9p1Fn
Kaeli was inside.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnCedsYsqf3
Not sitting with the main panel, no. He leaned against the far wall, near a forgotten exit door, arms folded, his expression unreadable. But his eyes were sharp-watching.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcsWYtNYzOw
Elara felt the pull in her gut, that same unsettling gravity she'd felt the first time she sat beside him. The room seemed quieter where he stood, like even noise refused to breathe near him.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡurutX14SZU
She moved to keep walking.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtMsr2Ezhuw
"Hey-new girl."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS1lMSOw1Gi
The voice came from inside. Female. Clipped. Icy.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCfKBNyz8Pc
Elara turned.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0M3bZkn3Q0
A trio of girls-perfect uniforms, polished shoes, expressions carved from marble-were standing beside the moderator's table. The tallest, a girl with honey-blonde hair braided tight like a crown, had spoken. Her name, Elara, had been overheard in class, was Serina Wren.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPTXLlaMnKL
"I heard you think you can just-what-sit where you want?" Serina's tone was amusement iced in venom.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC5Jkq8FOIp
Elara blinked. "I didn't know there was assigned seating."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJy18vtRwC7
A small laughter rippled through the room, sharp and sweet and cruel.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡegBY6uR3Ic
"She doesn't know," another girl said mockingly, brushing invisible dust from her pleated skirt.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwBvadt2sdq
Kaeli shifted slightly at the wall. One brow rose. Just a flicker. Just a twitch.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHqeoLeqA0b
"I don't care where I sit," Elara said, her voice even. "But I'm not going to ask permission to be where I belong."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgE3uTW3jDm
A hush fell. Not the dramatic kind. The kind that made silence louder.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDnEeL4y6NX
Valen, seated at a back table, let out a low whistle. Eshon, beside him, muttered, "She's poking snakes with her bare hands."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXG4TmqeWF1
The moderator-a thin, wiry senior boy with glasses too big for his nose-cleared his throat awkwardly. "Um, maybe let's... get started?"33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXvLv3rSkIT
Serina stared at Elara a beat longer, then offered a smile that could slice glass. "Of course. Everyone's welcome," she said, turning back to her seat. "Until they're not."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxc7loYVvac
Elara stepped away from the door.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeQjTO0H4RR
But before she could disappear down the corridor, Kaeli's voice slipped across the room, too soft for most to hear but loud enough for her.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIESfcviNjv
"Bold," he said, not quite to her. Not quite away. "Let's see if she keeps that energy when the real games begin."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpDgmHSKtcn
And he was gone before she could turn again-leaving behind nothing but that ghost of a smirk and a weight in the air like a storm waiting to breathe.
Scene 3 - Fractures Beneath Still Water33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZWUkAvXzl4
Location: Rooftop of the East Wing, Reverend Watt High33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp3SlSdDZLE
Time: Early Evening, after clubs and final classes.
The rooftop was technically off-limits, with cracked concrete, rusted rails, and faded safety warnings posted in three languages. But everyone knew the lock on the door had never really worked, and for the right kind of student, it was a sanctuary.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMLDJE6ptZm
Valen was already up there when Elara arrived.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡunX41G9XY6
He sat cross-legged on a slab of fallen piping, sketchbook balanced on one knee, a pencil looping through the pages with a grace that didn't quite match the silent storm in his eyes. His white shirt sleeves were rolled, revealing a tattoo inked in swirling, unfamiliar script just above his wrist-visible only when the light caught it just right.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ928bcj3GNe
Elara paused at the door. "Didn't know this was yours."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQfxOxAXGBZ
Valen looked up. "It's not." He gave a faint shrug. "But I come here when I want the sky to feel closer."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS1YommkaIa
She stepped forward. "You draw?"33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡs5dWqNzfPU
"Only when the voices in my head need somewhere else to live."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPOHjB5wGmC
He gestured to the edge beside him, and Elara sat, curling her legs under her.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3k1girMj9U
Silence hovered. Not awkward. Not warm either. Something brittle and waiting to break.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOVJIX4i5i7
"I heard about the showdown with Serina," Valen said, not looking at her. "She's got a mouth dipped in acid."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB6zGCVmw0Y
Elara snorted. "She thinks she owns the place."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrsjlf5fHqD
"She thinks Kaeli lets her."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSCJIxpMv2a
That caught her off guard. "What does that mean?"33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvFooaSskyc
Valen stopped sketching. His gaze met hers, dark and sharp like ink spilled in water.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDpySZeEzNs
"It means power here isn't earned. It's given. And Kaeli... he gives power to the ones he knows he can control."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9P5R9ExSjx
"And what makes you so sure she's controlled?"33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡI2G0vc8Qxm
Valen tilted his head. "Because he hasn't crushed her."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡacVlK4p4rf
The wind stirred Elara's hair, brushing it into her face. She tucked it behind her ear slowly, processing.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtoJqQ6gu4C
"You've known him long?" she asked, curious.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0xue6Hi7av
"Too long." A pause. "Not long enough."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7pgOO606FV
"You don't like him."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMMjlfBoqdz
Valen smiled, but it wasn't humor. It was a memory. "It's not about liking or disliking. Kaeli's the kind of person who turns silence into strategy. Who says nothing but hears everything. He's watching you."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlLMbmJzkly
Elara looked down at her hands. "I know."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvcNLhlfgby
Valen raised a brow. "And you're not scared?"33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyq5zbJcglR
"I'm not sure yet," she answered truthfully.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpGXAW6OgIh
Below them, students trickled from classrooms-dots of uniforms and backpacks moving like ants through the courtyard. The sky was burning gold at the edges, clouds bleeding pink. A windmill in the far-off hills turned slowly, catching the sun like glass teeth.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrX9pZYAMmX
Footsteps echoed on the rooftop stairs.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWYR5jVkx58
Eshon appeared in the doorway, unbothered by the tension hanging in the air. He had earbuds slung around his neck, a half-eaten energy bar in one hand, and that constant amused look on his face, like the world was an inside joke only he got.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvcAEtHYiPw
"Well, well," he said. "Didn't realize the rooftop had turned into a confessional."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuZkELacpbO
Valen groaned. "Eshon, go away."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF8KN4eHXi9
Eshon flopped beside them anyway. "Nah. Too quiet in the dorms. And besides, I like being where the main characters hang out."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPofNFtzkeN
Elara raised a brow. "Main characters?"33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa44iis7NP3
"Come on," he said, gesturing broadly. "The rebel new girl. The dark-brooding sketch artist with mysterious trauma. And me- the lovable, comedic relief who probably dies in Season 3."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYD9ovu4Sk4
They all chuckled. Even Valen. Just a little.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFaZhwq64UW
Then Eshon's face turned slightly serious. "Jokes aside... Elara, you've stirred something. This place... It's like a snow globe. Pretty. Controlled. Until someone shakes it."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzm02qOpOkH
"I didn't mean to shake anything," she said softly.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8yjgnOHKBO
"That's the thing," Eshon replied. "You didn't have to. You just walked in."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEnN5Ha0MXx
Valen looked out at the fading sky, his voice low. "Just... be careful. This school doesn't break rules. It breaks people."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7dpYkbi5ij
And though no one said it aloud, all three of them felt it-that something was shifting. Beneath the surface. Beneath the smiles. Beneath the floors of Reverend Watt High.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO5kBdcMtuq
Something was coming.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡffZXjBirlL
And Elara had just pulled the first thread.
Scene 4: Beneath the Chimes33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2Mt4tiuySL
The sky above Ravensworth pulsed with brooding clouds, a reflection of everything that remained unsaid between its students. Within the ancient stone walls of the school, time ticked forward with unnerving quiet, the chimes echoing like whispered warnings.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqWynNBGcov
Valen sat on the edge of the courtyard's weathered stone fountain, books untouched beside him. His eyes tracked a bird pecking breadcrumbs on the cobblestone-free, unbound, ignorant of the heavy decisions pressing on his shoulders. The debate results were pinned outside the hall; he had topped them again, naturally. But the letter in his pocket felt heavier than any accolade-an offer from Aethon Academy, overseas. A full scholarship.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3nh0YiEOJM
He hadn't told anyone. Not even Kaeli, not Eshon, not even his parents-not that they cared.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdjBxHGgVVV
"You're going to say no again, aren't you?"33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMf3n9zwebA
The voice made him flinch slightly. It was Eshon. Casually dressed in the school's rolled-up uniform and untucked shirt, but eyes sharp, observant.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvDNr2QT5QX
"Because of Kaeli?" Eshon continued, lowering himself beside Valen. "Or because of the oath we made?"33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7SVjqKaOgS
Valen didn't answer immediately. He looked down at his hands, long fingers locked together, almost trembling. "I don't know anymore."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA6xyPJBDPQ
Eshon sighed, leaning back, head tilted to the sky. "I love that boy, but sometimes I wonder if we're all just ghosts tied to his chain."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMj5gX6wJkQ
Before Valen could respond, a sudden commotion drew their attention-33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKLLHnjveKF
The Belles were making their entrance. Moira led, as always. Draped in shades of sapphire, lips glossed like knives, she walked with the grace of someone who knew silence was her strongest weapon. Behind her, Lianne whispered into Aria's ear, laughter trailing behind them like perfume.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG9qeNT8UpL
"Ah," Eshon said dryly, "the monarchs have arrived."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf3xLRCQ2RA
"Do you ever wonder who they are when no one's watching?" Valen asked.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6XAl3QJQhU
Eshon smiled wryly. "I do. But I'm afraid if I ever found out, I'd lose all respect."
Scene 5: The Threads We Pull33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGmBTyHeLOH
Meanwhile, across the East Hall, Elara sat in the library alcove, barely aware of the book she was pretending to read. The conversation she overheard earlier echoed louder than any printed word.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHRZM2Xjkvq
"Kaeli's different around you," Aria had said, moments before being hushed by Moira.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡja8QgnNexl
Different. The word clung like dew.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWfVACLuRG1
Jay's words last night still hung in her mind, too. "Some things don't need answers, Elara. They just need silence."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD5kJ5vuUtO
But silence was not her nature.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLqqDCHbK7p
"Planning to start a revolution from the fiction aisle?"33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYzwbwmnk1s
Kaeli's voice.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4F9qkRxg0l
She turned slowly. He leaned on the edge of the wooden bookshelf, arms crossed, a soft tension around his jaw. His presence seemed to mute everything else.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdjRCxqR24w
"I was actually deciding whether monsters in stories make more sense than monsters in real life," Elara replied calmly.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNX1QOI7tGs
Kaeli blinked once, then gave the faintest nod. "In stories, they lose."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNTe8cbZlOj
"Do they?" she asked.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJhprY2T6Rr
He didn't answer. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a folded page, and placed it on the table in front of her.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7o4cTi722a
"What's this?" she asked.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQfijCPGnEY
"Something you shouldn't read. But will."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkI8Ie1fMVN
He turned and walked away before she could open it.
Scene 6: At the Edge of Ash33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHuvmbcYiq3
Night fell like ink over the Veil household. Jay stood in the study, staring at an old blueprint of the city-marked with faded lines and codes only he understood. Elara's presence was an earthquake he hadn't prepared for. She saw too much. Dug too deep.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0xnwtjDb1E
His phone buzzed.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhkThkGlEkc
A message from Seraphine: "The Council's watching. You're behind schedule."33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUmeFi8CMSc
He ran a hand through his hair. The past was a wound that refused to close, and every attempt to stitch it reopened something else. He glanced at the family photo tucked behind a bookcase. Their parents, smiling like the world hadn't shattered.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxGlfhIUvNM
"From guilt to grace," he muttered, the words a bitter prophecy.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu9rSg15hju
But even prophecy could be rewritten. And Jay was done being haunted.
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and then Add to home screen.