Capítulo 17: Seventeen
A week had slipped away in a blink, ushering in the day that marked Zara's return to school, an event that heralded a new phase in my role as her protector. Ever since I had been assigned to guard Zara from the dangers that lurked in the shadows, I had been living with her castle, getting to know her habits, preferences, and personality. She was a bright and cheerful girl, with a curious mind and a kind heart. But she was just threatening me and using me.
Before the start of the school day, there was a subtle knock on my door. Zara's voice followed, tinged with an air of urgency.
"Aaliyah, are you ready? We have to go soon," she said, sounding slightly anxious.
"Come in," I responded, sitting up on my bed and rubbing my eyes. The door opened to reveal Zara, who held out a set of garments—the designated school uniform. As I examined the attire in her outstretched hand, confusion creased my brow.
"I'm not a student, why do I have to wear a uniform?" I queried, eyeing the uniform skeptically. It looked plain and uncomfortable, nothing like the clothes I usually wore.
"I forgot to tell you, but you'll also be a student in the class," Zara explained in a serious tone, a revelation that left me momentarily taken aback. She must have noticed my surprise, because she quickly added, "Don't worry, it's all part of the plan. You see, the school is a very prestigious and exclusive one, and they don't allow outsiders to enter the premises. The only way for you to stay close to me and protect me is to pretend to be a student. I've already arranged everything with the principal and the teachers. They know who you are and why you're here. That way, you can keep an eye on me and intervene if anything happens."
I listened to her explanation with a mix of admiration and apprehension. She had thought of everything, and she had done it all for my sake. She wanted me to be able to do my job without any hindrance or suspicion.
"Alright, I'll do it. But you have to promise me that you'll be careful and follow my instructions. Don't talk to anyone you don't know, don't wander off alone, and don't reveal anything about yourself or me. If you sense any danger, call me immediately. And if I tell you to run, you run. Understand?" I said, laying down the ground rules.
Zara nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. She smiled at me and said, "Thank you, Aaliyah. You're the best. I'm so glad you're here with me."
She handed me the uniform, which comprised a white shirt, a red tie, and a skirt. However, the notion of wearing a skirt elicited an internal rebellion within me. I squared my shoulders, my resolve firm.
"I'd like a pair of trousers, please," I asserted firmly, unwilling to compromise on my comfort and practicality. I had never worn a skirt in my life, and I wasn't about to start now. I needed to be able to move freely and swiftly, without worrying about exposing myself or tripping over the fabric. I also preferred a more masculine style, which suited my personality and appearance better.
Zara hesitated briefly before nodding in understanding. She departed momentarily, returning with a pair of trousers, offering them to me with a nod of approval.
"Here you go. I hope they fit you well. They're the same size as mine, but you can adjust them if you need to. There's a belt in the closet," she said, pointing to the wardrobe.
I thanked her and took the trousers, heading to the bathroom to change. As I changed into the modified uniform, the trousers providing a sense of familiarity and ease, a sense of unease lingered beneath the surface. The prospect of blending into the student body for the sake of protection and concealment presented a curious challenge—one that resonated with my instincts but clashed with my disdain for unnecessary pretense.
With the uniform adjusted to my preferences, I acknowledged Zara's nod of approval before heading towards the school, each step a subtle reminder of the unusual turn that my duties had taken. I hoped that everything would go smoothly, that no one would notice me or bother me, that Zara would be safe and happy. I hoped that this would be a normal day, a boring day, a peaceful day. But deep down, I knew that hope was a dangerous thing, and that anything could happen.
As Zara and I made our way to the magical school beyond the castle walls, the landscape transformed into a realm teeming with enchantment. The air crackled with mystical energy, an aura of otherworldliness that set this place apart from the familiar confines of the castle. I felt a surge of awe and wonder, mixed with a hint of apprehension, as I entered this new and unfamiliar world.
Upon entering the school grounds, my senses were assailed by a kaleidoscope of sights and sounds. The school, a grand structure adorned with ancient runes and shimmering wards, seemed to pulsate with an arcane energy that whispered ancient secrets. I could feel its power and history, its wisdom and mystery, emanating from every stone and brick.
My eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the diverse array of students—a tapestry woven with a myriad of creatures: elves with ethereal grace, centaurs conversing in their own tongue, and dragons, their majestic forms drawing awe-struck gazes. I marveled at the diversity and harmony of this magical community, where beings of different races and cultures coexisted and learned from each other.
As Zara and I walked, a ripple of murmurs echoed around us, the glances of the other students flickering toward me, lingering momentarily before continuing their hushed conversations.
The allure of the new, the unknown, seemed to cast an invisible spotlight upon me, drawing the attention of many, much to my discomfort. In this life I was used to being unnoticed and inconspicuous, blending into the shadows and avoiding unnecessary attention. But here, I was a novelty, an anomaly, a curiosity.
Girls began to gather, their gazes filled with curiosity and admiration, their whispers dancing in the air like errant spells. They spoke in hushed tones, enamored by my appearance and style—an unconventional sight amidst the tapestry of magical beings. I wore a simple black shirt and trousers, a contrast to the colorful and elaborate robes and dresses that most of the girls wore.
"Who is she?" one whispered, casting an intrigued glance in my direction.
"I've never seen anyone like her," another remarked, her eyes flickering with fascination.
"She's so cool and mysterious," a third chimed in, her voice tinged with admiration.
Despite their infatuation with my presence, I remained aloof, my demeanor guarded yet polite, offering no more than a polite nod or fleeting smile in acknowledgment. I was not here to make friends or impress anyone. I was here to protect Zara.
As we made our way through the corridors, the whispers trailed behind us, lingering like a spell. I maintained a vigilant watch, my senses attuned to the unspoken undercurrents that pulsed through the school. I knew that this place was not as safe and peaceful as it seemed.
Finally, we arrived at the classroom—a sanctum filled with magical tomes and hovering orbs that hummed with arcane knowledge. I took my seat beside Zara, the air still charged with the curious glances of fellow students, their attention momentarily diverted from their studies.
They looked at me with a mix of awe and envy, wondering who I was and what I was doing here. They looked at Zara with a mix of respect and fear, knowing who she was and what she could do. They looked at us with a mix of curiosity and suspicion, wondering what our relationship was and what our purpose was.
The teacher was about to demonstrate a complex enchantment, when a loud knock interrupted him. He sighed and walked towards the door, opening it to reveal a girl standing outside.
She was blonde with blue eyes, and she was really very beautiful. Her hair was long and wavy, cascading over her shoulders like a golden waterfall. Her eyes were bright and clear, sparkling with intelligence and charm. Her face was delicate and symmetrical, with high cheekbones and a small nose.
Her lips were full and pink, curved into a gentle smile. She had a silver tiara, and she carried herself with an air of confidence and grace. Her tiara was a thin band of silver, adorned with small diamonds and pearls.
As soon as the other students saw her, they all stood up and bowed respectfully, murmuring greetings and compliments. She smiled and nodded, acknowledging them with a wave of her hand. She walked into the room, her eyes scanning the faces of the students, until they landed on me.
She paused, a flicker of surprise and curiosity crossing her features. She tilted her head slightly, as if trying to figure me out. I felt a jolt of electricity run through me, as our eyes met. She was stunning, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of attraction towards her.
The teacher cleared his throat, breaking the spell. He looked at her with a stern expression, and said, "You're late, Princess Lydia. It's the first day. Do you have an explanation for your tardiness?"
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