THE PERFECT DECEPTION – FIESA’S FIRST HELP
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THE HIDDEN POWER – A SOLUTION FROM THE SHADOW
Fiesa stood up, looking at Elysia’s burnt hand.
The wound was deep—marked by Arcane shackles.
It was the only proof Dyn needed to catch her.
And Fiesa knew it.
She met Elysia’s gaze.
Fiesa (calm, confident, reassuring): "Now, let me help you."
Elysia frowned slightly.
Elysia (hesitant, wary): "Now what?"
Fiesa’s lips curved into a small smirk.
She reached out her own hand.
Fiesa (playful, teasing, but knowing exactly what to do): "How about we start with your hand?"
Elysia looked down.
At her own burnt, blackened fingertips.
She didn’t ask how Fiesa knew what to do.
She simply let her.
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MEANWHILE – THE HUNT CONTINUES
In the school’s open area, the search was at its peak.
Sattira were scanning every Bych, leaving no one unchecked.
The air was tense—filled with the sound of sharp orders and shuffling feet.
Sattira 1 (commanding, strict): "Get in line! Drop anything you have!"
Sattira 2 (to a Bych, checking her hands): "Show me your other hand."
Sattira 3 (suspicious, to another Bych): "What’s this? Open it."
And in the middle of it all—
Dyn watched.
Her arms were crossed.
Her sharp eyes flicked across the crowd.
Something felt off.
Something wasn’t right.
She could feel it.
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DYN’S REALIZATION – THE MISSING PIECE
Dyn’s mind raced.
Every Bych was here.
Even the ones who never attended class.
Even the ones who only showed up for exams.
Every. Single. One.
And yet—
She still wasn’t caught.
Dyn muttered under her breath, pacing.
Dyn (frustrated, thinking fast): "What am I missing?"
She thought back.
She replayed everything in her head.
Livia and Trigaha?
No. They were already gone.
Then what?
Dyn stopped pacing.
Her breath hitched.
Her eyes widened.
Then—
It clicked.
Dyn (whispering, realization striking her like lightning): "Elysia!"
She wasn’t here.
At least—
Not right now.
And why?
She needed to find out.
Because maybe—
She was the one.
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DYN MOVES IN – THE INTERROGATION BEGINS
Dyn stormed through the halls.
Straight to Wigor Mishis' chamber.
And without any warning—
SLAM!
She slammed her hands on the desk.
Dyn (demanding, urgent, sharp): "Where is Elysia?!"
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THE RAID – CONFRONTING ELYSIA
Next scene—
Elysia’s room.
A loud, sharp knock.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Dyn’s voice echoed through the hall.
Dyn (commanding, sharp, impatient): "Sattira Dyn! Open the door!"
Her voice was cold, demanding—
As if she would break down the door if it didn’t open in the next second.
And then—
The door opened.
Slowly.
Casually.
Elysia stood at the entrance.
Her face calm. Relaxed.
Not even a hint of panic.
Dyn’s eyes narrowed.
She didn’t wait.
Didn’t waste a second.
The Sattira moved in.
Fast.
Efficient.
And within an instant—
Elysia was on the floor.
Her arms pinned.
Her body restrained.
Sattira 1 (barking, sharp): "Keep your hands open!"
Elysia tried to move.
Elysia (shocked, confused, protesting): "Hey! Hey! Easy! What’s going on?!"
But she got no answer.
One of the Sattira stepped forward.
And in her hands—
Was the Celsor.
A device made to suppress the power of Light-Blessed fairies.
With a quick motion—
They snapped it onto her wrists.
And the moment it locked—
Elysia felt her arcane drain away.
Her fingers tingled.
Her energy dropped.
She was powerless.
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THE FINAL TEST – PROOF OR FAILURE?
Dyn crouched down.
Her cold eyes fixed on her.
Her voice low, deadly, controlled.
Dyn (calm, but sharp, demanding the truth): "Show us your hands."
Elysia blinked.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
Elysia (confused, hesitant): "What?"
Dyn didn’t repeat herself.
She simply gave a short nod.
And without hesitation—
The Sattira forced Elysia’s hands open.
Held them up for Dyn to see.
And then—
Dyn froze.
Her eyes widened slightly.
A sharp, silent pause.
Because—
Her hands were clean.
No wounds.
No burns.
Not even a scratch.
Just pale, flawless skin.
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Even the blackened fingertips—
Completely normal.
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THE MOMENT OF DEFEAT
Dyn’s mind spun.
How?!
How was this possible?!
She was so sure.
She was so close.
Her jaw tightened.
Her breath was slow, controlled.
But inside—
She was raging.
She had failed. Again.
Dyn (muttering under her breath, disbelief in her tone): "How…?"
She looked straight into Elysia’s eyes.
Her voice lowered.
Darker.
Dyn (gritted teeth, quiet but deadly serious): "It’s not you?"
Elysia stared back.
She didn’t flinch.
She didn’t panic.
She didn’t stutter.
Instead—
She simply looked genuinely confused.
Elysia (frustrated, confused, almost offended): "Who?! And why did you tie me up?!"
Silence.
Dyn’s hands curled into fists.
She had nothing.
No proof.
No reason to hold her.
No justification to take her in.
She had failed.
Again.
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THE HIDDEN VICTORY – A SILENT EXCHANGE
Elysia held her breath.
Waited for Dyn to say something.
For her to make a move.
But—
Nothing.
And in that moment—
A voice echoed inside her mind.
Fiesa (calm, amused, whispering in her head): "Told you. I got this."
Elysia didn’t react.
She didn’t let it show.
She simply kept playing her part.
Because now—
She had won.
THE DECEPTION – FIESA’S PERFECT ILLUSION
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A LAST ATTEMPT – DYN REFUSES TO ACCEPT IT
Dyn wasn’t done yet.
She refused to accept defeat.
Her eyes darkened.
Her voice came out sharp, cold.
Dyn (barking orders, voice filled with frustration): "Check the room!"
The Sattira moved in.
Elysia remained still.
Watching silently.
Waiting.
Dyn turned to her.
And smiled.
Dyn (mocking, taunting, testing her calmness): "I don’t think you’d mind. Right?"
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THE SILENT BATTLE – FIESA’S PRESENCE
A few moments later—
The setting had changed.
Elysia and Dyn now sat across from each other.
The same table.
The same chairs.
But—
There was no Vahi this time.
Elysia’s hands were tied.
The Celsor was still on.
She was trapped.
And behind Dyn—
Fiesa stood.
Invisible.
Unseen.
Only Elysia could see her.
Only Elysia could hear her.
Because Fiesa was a part of her.
And right now—
Fiesa was pacing restlessly.
Her face tense.
Her mind racing.
Meanwhile—
Elysia sat calm.
Unshaken.
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THE INTERROGATION – ELYSIA’S COLD CONFIDENCE
Dyn leaned forward slightly.
Her eyes sharp, studying her.
Dyn (low, firm, controlled): "Please, leave Pix out of this. You know she can’t bear this much drama."
Elysia gave a small, amused smirk.
Elysia (calm, almost playful): "Come on, I told you before—I got nothing to hide."
Dyn’s lips curled slightly.
But her eyes remained cold.
Dyn (dead serious, voice low and warning): "If we find something—anything—on you, mark my words, Pix is going with me."
Elysia held her gaze.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t react.
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A SILENT EXCHANGE – FIESA’S URGENCY
Fiesa (pacing, voice urgent, only Elysia could hear): "Ely! The Book of Shrishgic. It’s here. We need to do something!"
Elysia remained still.
Her face showed nothing.
Her breathing stayed normal.
She had to keep it calm.
She had to stay in control.
Dyn’s voice broke the silence.
Dyn (demanding, pressing harder): "Where were you last night?"
Elysia tilted her head slightly.
And smirked.
Elysia (mocking, casual, teasing): "Ummm… maybe sneaking into Medisa’s office."
Dyn’s expression didn’t change.
She didn’t buy it.
Not for a second.
Her eyes narrowed.
Her voice hardened.
Dyn (sharp, deadly serious): "Answer the damn question."
Elysia exhaled dramatically.
Leaning back slightly.
Elysia (casual, shrugging): "Where would I be? I was sleeping here. Right there in my bed."
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THE SILENT TAKEOVER – FIESA STEPS IN
Fiesa wasn’t satisfied.
She knew Dyn was getting closer.
She knew they couldn’t risk the book being found.
Fiesa (low, commanding, urgent in Elysia’s mind): "Elysia! Let me take over. We can’t risk this. If they find that book—"
Elysia turned her head slightly.
And for just a fraction of a second—
Her eyes locked with Fiesa’s.
Then—
She closed her eyes.
And in the next instant—
It wasn’t Elysia anymore.
It was Fiesa.
Inside her body.
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THE DISTRACTION – A PERFECTLY TIMED ESCAPE
Dyn noticed something.
A shift in her posture.
A shift in her energy.
Dyn (suspicious, pressing on): "So, you’re in a good mood today?"
Elysia (as Fiesa) smiled.
But this time—
The smile was different.
Sharper.
Stronger.
Elysia (as Fiesa) (calm, confident, untouchable): "Good mood or not—let me tell you this. If you think you can suspect me for anything—you’re wrong."
And in that exact moment—
CRASH!
One of the Sattira accidentally knocked over a decorative jar.
The shattering sound filled the room.
For a split second—
Dyn’s attention flickered away.
And in that instant—
Elysia (as Fiesa) broke the Celsor.
With a quick, subtle movement—
Her power rushed back.
Her arcane energy surged.
But by the time Dyn looked back at her—
She was calm. Normal.
Like nothing happened.
Elysia sighed dramatically.
Elysia (herself) (mock annoyed, teasing): "Hey! You’re gonna pay for that."
Dyn’s eyes narrowed slightly.
She felt something.
Something was off.
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THE ILLUSION – MAKING THE BOOK DISAPPEAR
Elysia (as Fiesa) acted fast.
While Dyn was watching the fallen jar—
She used her power.
A false reality.
A perfect illusion.
And in an instant—
The Book of Shrishgic—
Vanished.
To the Sattira’s eyes—
It was never there.
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THE MOMENT OF DEFEAT – DYN FAILS AGAIN
One of the Sattira turned around.
Scanning the room.
Checking the shelves.
Checking Elysia’s belongings.
Then—
Sattira 1 (confident, sure, reporting back): "Clear! Nothing here."
Another Sattira nodded.
Sattira 2 (confirming, dismissing suspicions): "It’s just her stuff. Nothing unusual."
Dyn exhaled slowly.
She didn’t react.
Didn’t show anything.
But inside—
She was furious.
She had failed again.
Her voice was low, controlled, warning.
Dyn (muttering, dangerous, looking at Elysia one last time): "You’re lucky, Elysia."
She took a step back.
Her eyes sharp. Piercing. Studying her.
Dyn (cold, certain, determined): "But I’ll find her. I will find her out."
She turned.
And left.
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THE HIDDEN VICTORY – ELYSIA AND FIESA’S SILENT TRIUMPH
Elysia exhaled.
And in her mind—
Fiesa laughed softly.
Fiesa (amused, whispering in her head): "I told you—I got this."
Elysia didn’t react.
Didn’t show it.
She simply stayed still.
Kept playing her part.
Because now—
For the second time—
She had won.
THE GAME FLIPS – THE MOMENT DYN WINS… AND LOSES
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THE TRAP THAT ALMOST WORKED
Dyn was almost out the door.
Her mind buzzed with frustration.
She had no proof.
No way to keep Elysia.
She had to let her go.
But then—
Elysia called her from behind.
Elysia (calm, casual, almost teasing):
"Hey! You forgot this."
Dyn turned around.
And saw her lifting her tied hands.
The Celsor was still on.
Or so she thought.
Dyn smirked.
Dyn (mocking, playing along):
"Oh! My bad. You know, I sometimes—"
But as she reached out to untie her—
She saw it.
The Celsor.
Broken.
Elysia had used her power.
She had lied.
She had cheated.
And Dyn knew it.
But she didn’t flinch.
Didn’t react.
Didn’t show anything.
Because if Elysia knew she saw it—
She would run.
Or worse—
Do something else.
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THE COUNTERATTACK – DYN’S SUDDEN STRIKE
Dyn untied the Celsor.
Turned around.
Took one step forward.
Then—
Without warning—
BOOM!
A blast of Arcane energy erupted from her hand.
It hit Elysia straight in the chest.
Throwing her back—
Slamming her into the bed.
Elysia gasped.
The room shook slightly from the impact.
Dyn’s voice cut through the air.
Dyn (barking, commanding, sharp as a knife):
"Hold her up!"
The Sattira moved in instantly.
Grabbed Elysia’s arms.
Pinned her down.
She couldn’t move.
And then—
The illusion flickered.
Then—
It shattered.
And right before their eyes—
The Book of Shrishgic appeared.
Exposed.
No more tricks.
No more lies.
She was caught.
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DYN’S VICTORY – THE TRUTH REVEALED
Dyn stepped forward.
Slowly.
Her eyes gleamed with triumph.
She bent down, picked up the book.
Held it in her hands.
Dyn (mocking, slow, savoring the moment):
"Well, well, well… look what we found."
She turned back to Elysia.
Eyes full of amusement.
Dyn (smirking, satisfied):
"And here I thought our sweet little Elysia had nothing to hide."
She let out a short chuckle.
It was over.
Or at least—
She thought it was.
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THE INTERNAL STRUGGLE – FIESA BEGS TO TAKE OVER
In Elysia’s mind—
Fiesa was restless.
Fiesa (urgent, pushing, desperate): "Elysia! She found it. Let me protect you!"
But Elysia refused.
Her voice was firm.
Elysia (gritted teeth, determined): "No!"
Dyn’s eyebrows furrowed.
She had noticed.
Dyn (suspicious, confused): "Oh, poor you. Every accused says that ‘No’ when they get caught."
Fiesa wasn’t giving up.
She pushed harder.
Fiesa (pleading, frustrated, urgent): "Elysia, let me take over! I can make you escape!"
Elysia gritted her teeth.
She knew what that meant.
Fiesa would kill them.
And she wouldn’t let that happen.
Her voice was sharp, rejecting her outright.
Elysia (snapping, refusing, determined): "No! You would hurt them."
Dyn’s eyes sharpened.
Her head tilted slightly.
Dyn (confused, intrigued, pressing further): "Hurt who?"
Who was Elysia talking to?
Fiesa grew desperate.
Fiesa (pushing, begging, desperate): "I can’t let them take you!"
Elysia squeezed her eyes shut.
She was losing control.
Elysia (snapping, cutting her off, still resisting): "I can handle this!"
Fiesa growled.
Her voice turned low. Dangerous.
Fiesa (final warning, dark, serious): "Elysia! Trust me! I promised I wouldn’t kill anyone."
Elysia’s breathing slowed.
Her voice was soft, testing her.
Elysia (low, suspicious, giving in slightly): "Then show me."
Dyn leaned closer.
Her patience was running thin.
Her voice snapped.
Dyn (barking, demanding, pressing hard): "HEY! WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO?!"
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THE TRANSFORMATION – FIESA REVEALS HERSELF
And then—
It happened.
Elysia stiffened.
Her body shuddered.
Her eyes darkened.
And before Dyn’s very eyes—
The transformation began.
Her tunic changed.
The color deepened.
The fabric thickened.
It turned into the same thick, dark purple tunic.
The same one from the security footage.
The same one from the crime scenes.
The same one the Vyshek wore.
Dyn’s breath caught in her throat.
Her eyes widened.
Her mind screamed—
“No way.”
And then—
Elysia was gone.
And standing in her place—
Was Fiesa.
Real.
Right in front of her.
Her voice came out cold.
Fiesa (calm, strong, completely in control): "She was talking to me."
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DYN’S SHOCK – THE IMPOSSIBLE REALITY
Dyn stared.
Her heart pounded.
Her mind raced.
This wasn’t illusion.
This wasn’t mind control.
This was real.
Elysia had turned into someone else.
Dyn had seen magic.
She had seen illusions, arcane, deception.
But this?
She had never seen anything like this before.
Her voice came out quietly.
A whisper.
Filled with pure disbelief.
Dyn (stunned, shaken, breathless): "What… are you?"
Fiesa smirked.
And took a step forward.
Ready for whatever came next.