Chapter 3 | Carolina Matsya

A grand marble school nestled in the heart of a bustling city, its gleaming white exterior a beacon of knowledge and culture. The intricate architecture of the building is adorned with statues and carvings of ancient scholars, philosophers, and scientists, serving as a testament to the countless generations of students who have passed through its hallowed halls.

The school's front facade stretches for several stories, with a massive set of double doors flanked by towering Corinthian columns leading into the main entrance. To the left of the doors is a statue of a man holding a torch, symbolizing enlightenment and learning, while to the right stands a woman with an open book, representing wisdom and knowledge.

A lush green garden sprawls in front of the school, with statues of famous authors and poets dotting the landscape. In the distance, the skyline is dominated by skyscrapers and modern architecture, a stark contrast to the timeless beauty of the marble school.

'... It's been a while.'

Entering the school with bits of nostalgia he somehow managed to keep a straight face.

He saw grandiose and awe-inspiring school hall adorned in pristine white marble. The high ceiling, arched in a perfect semicircle, is accentuated by intricately carved cornices and moldings that seem to reach for the heavens. Long, elegant chandeliers dangle from the center of the hall, casting a warm and inviting glow across the polished marble floor. The walls are lined with tall, arched windows that bathe the hall in natural light, revealing a breathtaking view of the manicured gardens outside. The marble itself is flawless, its surface reflecting the light and creating a sense of depth and opulence. Against one wall, a grand staircase curves gracefully upwards, leading to a balcony where rows of plush, velvet-upholstered seats beckon.

The hallway is framed by statues of notable scholars and philosophers, their marble faces serene and contemplative, watching over the students as they go about their daily routines. The focal point of the hall is a large, ornate podium adorned with a gilded eagle, where the principal delivers his daily announcements and awards students for their academic achievements. The air is filled with the sound of chattering students and the gentle rustle of their uniforms, creating an atmosphere of vibrant energy and intellectual curiosity.

The hall was full of commotion .

A bustling scene in the school hall, filled with students of all ages gathering around various areas. In the center of the room, a large group of younger students, ranging from fifth grade to twelfth grade are present. The sound of excited chatter fills the air.

A few teachers can be seen supervising the activities, guiding the students to their respective classes. The lighting in the hall is warm and inviting, casting a soft glow over the entire scene, creating a sense of community and belonging.

Suddenly a familiar voice came from behind.

"What are you looking at ,you auburn head? We are newcomers so we will have to go and gather in the assembly hall because the principal will give us instructions on how to maintain decorum in the school."

Dayu's eye twitched

'... Auburn head ? Who the hell does this bitch think she is huh.'

Not replying to her Dayu simply ignored her. Suddenly an announcement was made

A woman in her early thirties standing confidently in front of a microphone, her posture exuding poise and authority. Her long, wavy purple hair cascades down her back, framing her oval face perfectly. Her eyes are a striking shade of green, filled with determination and excitement as she addresses the crowd.

She wears a crisp, white button-down shirt tucked neatly into a black pencil skirt, accessorized with a pair of sleek, black heels. The background is a dimly lit room adorned with red velvet curtains, spotlights shining down on her from above. A sense of anticipation fills the air as she begins to speak, her words clear and confident.

"Newcomers gather in the assembly hall."

Dayu was stunned to see this beauty. Suddenly he heard the blonde girl's voice.

"As I said we will have to gather in the assembly hall you doofus. Let's go or we'll have to suffer consequences."

The girl held Dayu's hand and started to pull him towards the assembly hall. He didn't resist because he was unaware about the location of this damned assembly hall.

Sometime later he entered a grand assembly hall with high ceilings adorned by intricate chandeliers that cast a warm, inviting glow over the scene. The room is filled with rows upon rows of plush red velvet seats, all facing the center of the hall where a massive, ornate podium stands. At the front of the room, the principal of the school is seen standing near the podium, dressed impeccably in their formal attire, consisting of a crisp white shirt, a navy blue blazer, and a black pant.

Their hair is neatly combed back, and they wear a proud smile on their face. The principal's hands are clasped behind their back as they survey the eager faces of the students seated before them. The students, all adorned in their school uniforms, sit up straight with anticipation, their eyes fixed on the principal, waiting for the ceremony to begin. The air is thick with excitement and a sense of accomplishment, as the principal prepares to address the newcomers.

Dayu glanced at the girl and said with no emotion in his voice.

"Will you please leave my hand Matsya Princess? It hurts a lot. You know, you have been stretching my hand all this time."

The girl stopped and she said in a mocking way.

"Huh you have been giving me orders since this morning don't you have any manners. If you want me to leave your hand say 'Please leave my hand princess.' "

Dayu was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

'This bossy girl. Royalty or not she is going to get killed by my hand one day.'

"Oh Princess please leave the hand of this peasant. This lowly fool was ignorant enough to give you orders. My puny brain doesn't know how to talk to royalties."

"Pff... hahahahaha."

The air was suddenly filled with the sounds of a melodious laugh creating an echo that seems to last forever.

"Well well now that's good. I like you. You are a funny guy. By the way I am Carolina Matsya the second princess of Barbeau Matsya nice to meet you"

Dayu was fascinated by this sudden turn of events. He said in a disdainful voice.

"Ok Princess... Carolina nice to meet you. I am Dayu Mors and I am a nobody so let's not talk to each other often as it will affect your image as royalty."

Dayu left the cute looking girl behind and grabbed a velvet seat.

Sometime later the principal of a prestigious school addressing a new student who has recently joined the institution. The principal is standing tall and authoritative in front of a blackboard adorned with a wreath of laurels, symbolizing academic excellence.

The principal's stern expression is visible as he lectures the young student about the importance of maintaining decorum and upholding the high standards of the school. The student, on the other hand, appears nervous and intimidated, struggling to meet the principal's gaze.

Not paying all the trash talks any attention Dayu was only waiting to know the location of his classroom.

Eons later he called out a radiant woman to the stage.

"I would like to call miss Lishai Volkov on the stage. All the eigth graders will be now under her command."

A striking woman with an ethereal aura, her hair flowing effortlessly around her in an otherworldly manner. Pink tendrils of hair cascade down her back, seemingly illuminated from within, while the rest of her locks flow freely around her shoulders in a waterfall of color. Her skin is a flawless alabaster, accentuated by a delicate smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

She wears a flowing, diaphanous gown that changes color with each movement she makes, seamlessly transitioning between shades of lavender, lilac, and periwinkle.

The fabric drapes over her body, revealing a figure that is both curvy and graceful, accentuated by a pair of intricately designed wings that sprout delicately from her back.

Her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of amethyst, seeming to glow with an inner light that matches the hue of her hair. Around her neck, she wears a necklace adorned with a single, dazzling pink jewel, drawing attention to her striking features and ethereal beauty.

Dayu glanced at the pretty woman.

"So that's how fate has united us Lishai."