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Irregular: Shadow in Light

Like all known laws of opposing forces, Letherians and the Adhelis Empire are natural races that do not mix. Following the Great Celestial War that split the world of Arvistia in half, the two continents prospered but as thorns to each other's side. Adeleine Credon, a Letherian living hidden in a forest of Adhelis territory, had her peaceful life destroyed when she was apprehended by members from the renowned Heloire Academy. Forced to comply under their conditions, she must attend their academy and infiltrate Letheria in exchange for sparing her life. Who knew being cooped up in her mother's arms protected her from harm but also from the truth of her identity. Now she must battle not only the darkness, but also her peers' cruel treatment and the headmaster's schemes, all while struggling to form bonds and creating enemies. However, darkness lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike her down. As pieces fell into place, her world slowly began to crumble. How will an irregular survive in a world she desperately wants to fit in?

geewintG ยท Fantasi
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35 Chs

A Sleepless Night

"Here you go." Kellie opened the door to her new room.

Adeleine dropped her luggage at the foot. The Mir dormitory was nothing short of spectacular, better than the dorm building. She stepped inside to take a good view.

A whole lot spacious than her previous room. She has her own study just around the corner, connected by a smaller open entrance. An unnecessarily large bed, but smaller than the queen-sized back in the mansion, pushed at the wall with a small side cabinet and a lamp. A wide window covered by thick gray curtains occupied the rest of the wall. By the left was another open entrance leading to a walk-in closet and by the end of it was a door to the bathroom.

No more sharing in that large public bathroom in the girl's dormitories, she thought in relief. She wouldn't have to feel the stares burning through her whole body as she minds her own business cleaning herself. She didn't have to sit uncomfortably with a towel hung by her chest while she scrubs--she could just freely be in her birthday suit yelling at the top of her lungs and no one would give her judgmental stares.

Compared to the room of having a singular bed pushed in the corner, a small cabinet, and enough room to twirl, this gigantic space of privacy all to herself would be the Celestial realm. Mir dormitory was like a royal sanctum. With this huge difference of treatment between ranks. Truly, a Mir is something to boast.

The academy had four ranks, with Mir being the highest and attained by a few. Currently, they only have six people occupying the rank. And all of them lived in this establishment hidden in the forest. It was in a secluded spot in contrast to the two dormitory buildings: the roofs did not reach past the canopy while the structure carved itself along the earth's terrain like a snake. Warm orange lamps divulged the pavement to the main entrance when they got there at night.

The living room had a few couches for the rankers to lounge. From there, they had a great view of an oversized root, probably the largest in the forest, displayed by wide glass walls. The living room branched two hallways in opposite directions. The corridor curved around the enormous tree that meets at the end, laying out numerous doors of Mir's sleeping quarters. The design offered a full view of it at every great angle, even by the door of her room.

The whole place was too luxurious for her, but she was not one to complain. Mir rankers are cream of the crop. Normally, she could not even get to set foot in here, but she's an exception.

Adeleine sank in the bed, feeling the comforts reeling her in and appeasing her tired bones. "Guess, I'll be stuck right here," she mumbled with a satisfied sigh and closed her eyes.

"Make yourself comfortable," Kellie said, but Adeleine was already way ahead of her. "Also, Adeleine..." Kellie knelt beside the bed to face her properly. "Welcome to Heloire Academy."

~~

She laid there, restless. Exhausted yet awake, she turned to her side and noticed the darkness swallowed her room like the shadows in the moon that slowly ate its own flesh. Her body still felt sore that she wanted to pass out and rest, but whatever was keeping her up awake at night was not letting her.

She turned to her other side, burying her head deep in the thick pillow, closing her eyes. After a few agonizing seconds, she opened them again. SHE. CANNOT. SLEEP.

Then she frustratedly turned over and laid supine. She flinched. "Ah! Dammit," she hissed. She forgot the large purplish bruise on her back still existed. It's a surprise that she didn't feel it as much during the duel, or it would have made it harder to bear the pain. "I mean it wouldn't really hurt they didn't apply pressure, right, Moon?"

She paused.

"Ah, right. You're still not talking to me?" she raised eyebrows. "I'm suffering here, you know. Cut me some slack. It's reallyโ€ฆhard, alone." She uttered the last part, curling up.

Usually, she would find these rare moments to be bliss, but unsettling silence filled the room.

"Are you really not going to answer me? Orโ€ฆ" A lump stuck in her throat. Her heart thrummed from apprehension. "You're not thereโ€ฆ"

The silent atmosphere--it was suffocating. Cold whispers shrouded the room. Uneasiness crept under her blankets, lightly caressing her feet that made her shiver. Normally, she would be in the dream circle talking to Moon about the new things she learned outside while Moon would babble away, asking questions upon questions to satisfy her curiosity.

But Adeleine knew, she wouldn't see Moon there, not anyone.

A sigh escaped her lips before she got up. She hated this. This unexplainable feeling of dread, it's there, and it won't go away--like an annoying crow pecking her forehead. She never asked to feel this way, so why now out of all times? Could she wish it gone?

Her soles touched the cold tiled floor as she nimbly walked to her study room, pulling the warm blanket draped around her shoulder tighter. She dropped herself on the chair and turned the knob on the lamp attached to the wall, burning night light.

She stared at the empty desk.

"Where's the paper?" She rummaged through the cabinet, finding a pile of them in the third drawer.

She went back to her chair and grabbed the feather pen dipped in a parchment of ink at the corner. She took a deep breath.

"Today is the first day of the month Saoir with the twelfth Morning Star of the year."

๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ.

She stared at it, long and hardโ€”nothing else came to mind. Minutes went by while ink spilled on the paper from the impatient feather.

๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜น ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ. ๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜บ, ๐˜ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข. ๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต. ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ด! ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ!

๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ. ๐˜'๐˜ฎ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ. ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.

She blinked. "What?" She took another scan of the sentence. "Why did Iโ€ฆ" The tip of the feather hovered over the words but, she hesitated. Leaning back, she let out a sigh.

It caught her off-guard. She must be too focused or it could also be sleep deprivation.

Instead of erasing it, she let it be and moved on to the next paragraph.

๐˜๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต, ๐˜ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ.

๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ,

๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜”๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.

She put the feather down and re-read the whole letter. She did not tell her mother anything about Moon's existence, she realized. Well, she tried as a child, only for her mother to think she was playing pretend or stuck in fantasies like a typical child.

And that, she was able to sleep.

I miss Moon's snarky remarks...

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