The Queen of Wolor went towards her husband and touched his forehead. He wiggled his eyes when she touched him, but could not open it. The woman standing nearby him was incanting a spell.

I should have been with him when he was fighting with Olivia. If then, he would not have had to use his magic that pours fuel into the fire. If then, the whole spell would not have backfired and put him in this condition. If only I was there, the ring that would have changed our fates would have been there with us now and we would have got what we wanted.

"Marien, do you need Travis to collect more cold cells of the dead?" the Queen looked at the lady and asked.

"I think something more effective should be given to the King to wake him up. I think it's time to tell Travis to bring Amora. Being the last successor of the Mereinava, she might be our only hope on gathering the past details of the burnt medical books. We need to do all we can to extract the information from her even if it means dissecting her cells if she can't give the information we need."

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Abigail walked with her friends after the debate class.

"I can't believe I just scored eighteen points in this class. That nerd stole my points! I hate to bargain with the robot that gives curiosity awakening and idea generation points, because it never listens. I never would have had to get the idea generation points if robots who did manual work did not exist in the first place." Sophia shrugged, "I need to score more points to get the premium ice princess snow cake before Charlotte gets it. I can't lose the bet." Sophia grunted as the girls walked along the corridor. "Abigail, if you were not there for the choir for the weekend festival, I doubt if we would even have a chance to win the bet. Maybe, this time besides the rating points, we may even get to sign the contract to leave the school and start a choir professionally, though we have to give fifty percent of what we get to the school for the first year if it is a huge amount. I just hope a lot of people see our performance." Sophia looked at Abigail hopefully.

"I was just playing around with the tunes. It was just luck that I was able to create something like that. But I don't think that luck would take us far." Abigail said honestly.

"I knew you would say that. But either way, let's do our best!" Sophia said.

Isabelle came closer to Sophia and said, "Let me guess Sophia. You want the cake because you don't want anyone to eat the precious head of your favorite character. Or even better, you would actually be thinking that after you eat the head of your princess, you would get her icy powers." Isabelle gave a small laugh.

"Of course not! I may look stupid, but I am not that stupid. I do want to eat the cake as a whole, but that's not for superpowers. If such a thing as superpowers existed when one eats the cake, then that means the bakers of the cake would have saved the planet from global warming before the scientists did it in the recent past as the ice princess existed even before I was born." Sophia said, frowning at Isabelle, playing with her brown hair locks.

Abigail noticed that she could see her class from the small glass window in the front. Her classmates were giggling around.

Sophie pointed her fingers to Ethan, who was playing with his friends inside the class and said, "Mark my words! That boy on the wheelchair right there would be the number one target of the century for the trolls of future."

"Isn't it because he had small thin fingers that he was able to squeeze his hands into the socket? I don't think trolls would want a tiny boy like him." Emily said, tapping her finger on her lips, staring up.

"It's no use sweetheart. You can't compete with Ethan. He is in a league of his own. No one saw him coming. Even though Abigail and I are in the same class, I don't think we thought anyone could be stupider than you. But here he is. Your rival that turned you to ashes." Sophia smirked which made Emily stick out her tongue.

"I'm honestly afraid when the day comes. That boy may not even be alive if such a thing happens. Thank goodness Aradon is looking after him. Aradon may not be able to rest easy until Ethan's parents come because of yesterday." Isabelle said with a worried expression.

Abigail looked at Ethan. He seemed different from the past days. Ethan no longer looked worried. He seemed desperate to show that he was alright.

"Bye," Emily and Isabelle waved at Sophia and Abigail and went for their next class.

Abigail and Sophia entered their classroom. It was time for the music class. They were supposed to listen to their teacher playing music so that they could draw the image they got from the music after the class to evaluate about their own perceptions.

They both sat down and not long after that, Abigail's violin teacher came to the class. She greeted the class and everyone stopped talking to listen to her music. Abigail's heart was thudding fast out of sheer excitement. She could not wait to see which new song the teacher chose for them.

The teacher started playing. An image of the night sky fell into Abigail's mind. For Abigail, the notes jumped from star to star, without falling into the pit black sky of the night. Abigail would do anything to keep on listening to the song for eternity. She was greedy. The reason she wanted to come to school was not because she could create something, she came because she wanted to keep on listening to the music.

Suddenly, Abigail felt the notes hit a forbidden part of her memory. Usually, even if it was tear-jerking, Abigail wanted to keep on listening to the music. But this time it was different.

The ripples of music cooled Abigail's blood. She felt like hidden memories were trying to force out of her brain. Abigail kept her head on the table, looking down.

Darkness. The predictable darkness. No she did not want that. Abigail lifted her face. Through the morning glimmers, she was feeling cold. But was her blood colder than her classmates. The only way to find that out was to take a knife and test it with the entire class. Wasn't it?

The song changed the tune again and Abigail dropped her head to the table.

What is wrong with me? Why did I think the way I did? No. I have to forget this. Forget. Forget. No! I can't! The more I repeat forget, the more I remember to an extent that I doubt my previous actions. Did I do something to the class?

Abigail lifted her head and checked if someone was injured. No one was. Abigail put her head down again. Hot tears dropped on the table.

What is going on? What will I tell the psychologist?