Three days had passed since the tragedy in the Grade 5 realm. While the academy's buzz had shifted to more routine topics, the loss of Ivy Forbes lingered in the minds of those closest to her. Most students had already moved on, their memories of the incident fading as quickly as the rumors that followed. But for Angelica and her small circle of friends, Ivy's death was still a raw, open wound that stung each day.
Angelica had been hit the hardest. Ivy had been more than just a friend; she had been like a sister. Since her family had disowned her for manifesting a lightning ability instead of the expected ice powers, Ivy had been one of the few constants in her life, her unwavering support in a world that often felt hostile.
Angelica now walked through the academy's halls with a hollow look in her eyes, her usual energy drained, her grief visible in her every step. Silas had seen it all—the sleepless nights, the far-off stares, the silent tears she tried to hide.