Divura stood quietly in the principal's office, her hands resting calmly at her sides. The room was large, lined with shelves of records and old texts, carrying the quiet weight of authority.
A knock sounded.
"Come in," the principal said.
The door opened, and a man stepped in tall, composed, with sharp, observant eyes. His presence was calm, yet distant.
"Perfect timing," the principal said. "Karl, this is the student I mentioned."
The man's gaze shifted to her.
"This is Divura. She'll be joining your class starting today."
Divura inclined her head slightly. "Good morning, sir."
Karl gave a small nod. "Follow me."
No unnecessary words. No questions.
The walk through the academy was long and silent.
They descended a wide staircase, their footsteps echoing faintly against polished stone. Students passed by in neat uniforms, some casting curious glances at the unfamiliar face beside him.
Then Divura saw it,the library.
It stretched upward like a tower of knowledge, shelves upon shelves of books rising toward the ceiling. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, illuminating dust particles that danced in the air like tiny stars.
Her steps slowed, just for a moment.
"First time seeing it?" Karl asked without looking at her.
"Yes," she replied softly.
"It's not a place for distraction," he said. "Remember that."
Divura nodded, though her eyes lingered for a second longer before she moved on.
Karl noticed—but said nothing.
A commoner in this academy… He had learned long ago not to question decisions that came from above him.
The classroom grew quiet the moment Karl stepped in.
"Settle down."
The chatter faded instantly.
Karl stepped aside slightly. "We have a new student."
Divura walked in.
"This is Divura. She'll be part of this class from today onward."
For a second, there was silence.
Then came the whispers.
Low. Sharp. Judging.
A boy leaned back lazily in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. His name was Leon.
"A sparrow trying to become a phoenix?" he said lightly. "That's bold."
A few students laughed.
At the front, a girl crossed her arms, her expression cool and unimpressed. Selene.
"The number of female students here is already small," she said. "But a commoner?" Her lips curved faintly. "I didn't think the academy had lowered its standards."
Divura heard everything.
She simply didn't react.
Without a word, she walked to her assigned seat and sat down, her calm silence far louder than any response.
The next class was combat training.
Students moved toward the training grounds, changing into their combat uniforms.
Divura entered the changing room quietly, adjusting to the unfamiliar setting. As she turned, she accidentally bumped into someone.
"Watch it."
Divura stepped back immediately. "I'm sorry."
She looked up.
Selene.
Selene's eyes narrowed slightly. "Do you even know where you are?"
"I've apologized," Divura said calmly. "If that's not enough, then I'll leave."
She walked past her.
Selene remained still for a second, her expression tightening before she scoffed and walked out.
The combat arena was alive with energy.
Weapons were arranged neatly—bows, arrows, spears—each waiting to be used.
Divura stepped in, now dressed in her combat attire. It fit her perfectly, simple yet striking.
Some students noticed immediately.
"Who is she?"
"The new one."
"She doesn't look like she belongs here…"
Before anything else could be said—
"You again."
Selene appeared beside her, irritation clear in her voice. "Are you following me?"
Divura glanced at her. "Do you own the academy?"
Selene's jaw tightened. "Girls like you rely on nothing but looks."
She turned and walked away again.
Divura didn't bother responding.
"Archery practice!" the instructor called.
Students gathered quickly.
Among them stood Cyrus.
Confident. Admired. Untouchable.
One by one, students stepped forward, shooting their arrows. Some did well, others missed, but all eyes eventually shifted to Cyrus as he stepped into the ring.
He picked up a bow with ease, his movements smooth and practiced.
The string pulled back.
Released.
Thud.
Just inches from the bullseye.
The crowd reacted immediately.
"Of course it's Cyrus!"
"Perfect as always!"
Cyrus smirked, lowering the bow. "Competing with me in archery is a waste of time."
The admiration around him only grew.
Then a quiet movement,Divura stepped forward.
Cyrus noticed instantly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at her.
"You?" he said, amused. "Don't tell me you're trying this."
No answer.
Divura walked past him.
"Combat isn't meant for girls," he added, his voice low but clear.
Still no response,she picked up a bowTested its weight adjusted her stance then stepped into the ring.
The arena fell into a strange silence.
"A girl?"
"She's serious?"
"This is embarrassing…"
A few students laughed.
"Trying to get attention already," one of the girls muttered. "Commoners have no limits."
Divura blocked everything out,the voice ,the laughter,the judgment,she stood still, Feet grounded,Back straight.
Her breathing slowed,Then She raised the bow,Pulled the string,Released.
Thud.
Silence.
Not close.
Not near.
Perfectly at the center of the bullseye.
The laughter died instantly,Cyrus' expression changed,For the first time uncertainty,Before anyone could speak Divura moved again
another arrow draw ,release
Crack.
The second arrow split the first one cleanly in half.
No mistake.
No hesitation.
A perfect strike.
No one spoke.
No one even breathed.
Moments ago, they had been laughing.
Now they were staring.
Divura lowered the bow as if nothing had happened. She returned it to its place with quiet care, then turned and walked out of the ring.
No pride.
No arrogance.
Just calm.
By the time the silence broke she was already gone.
That day, something shifted within the academy.
A name began to spread.
From whispers… to conversations… to quiet disbelief.
Divura.
The girl who walked in as nothing
And left behind a silence no one could ignore.