The air was still thick with smoke.
Students whispered nervously while teachers tried to restore order.
But something about the atmosphere felt… wrong.
Different.
Angel stood silently, her heart still racing.
Then—
a shadow passed over the ground.
She looked up.
And froze.
A figure was descending from the sky.
Not falling.
Not jumping.
Descending.
He landed smoothly at the center of the school ground—
as if gravity itself obeyed him.
Gasps spread through the crowd.
Angel's eyes widened.
That's not possible…
She was one of the top students in science and mathematics.
She believed in logic.
In proof.
In reality.
Magic?
Impossible.
And yet—
there he stood.
"Dr. Louis…" students whispered in awe.
Teachers stepped forward, greeting him with respect.
But Angel didn't move.
She just watched.
And that… caught his attention.
"Welcome," Dr. Louis said calmly.
"I thought I would add something special to your science fair."
Angel frowned and leaned slightly toward Elsa.
"Who believes in magic?" she whispered.
Elsa didn't smile.
"Just watch," she said quietly.
Angel sighed. "This is going to be boring…"
A stage was quickly arranged.
Dr. Louis performed several tricks—
each more impossible than the last.
And then—
he stopped.
"For my final act," he said,
"I need two volunteers."
Before anyone could react—
"Angel."
Her heart skipped.
"And Peter."
Peter walked up beside her, unusually quiet.
"Close your eyes," Dr. Louis said.
Angel hesitated…
then obeyed.
"Peter," he continued,
"throw the arrow."
Peter blinked. "At her?!"
"Do it."
The crowd fell silent.
Angel stood still.
Eyes closed.
Peter threw it.
At that exact moment—
Angel moved.
Without thinking.
Without seeing.
The arrow missed her completely—
and struck an electrical circuit nearby.
A loud crack echoed.
Sparks exploded.
🔥 Flames burst instantly.
Students screamed.
"Run!"
Chaos spread across the field.
But Angel didn't run.
She stared at the fire.
"Are you crazy?!" Peter grabbed her arm.
Angel stepped forward.
Into the flames.
Peter hesitated—
then followed her.
Heat wrapped around them.
Smoke filled the air.
Angel's mind raced.
Think…
Then she saw it.
The fire alarm.
She ran—
and slammed it.
🚨 The alarm blared.
Water poured from the sprinklers above.
Slowly…
the fire died.
Silence.
Then—
👏 Applause.
Everyone stared at her.
"You actually did it…" Peter said, stunned.
But Angel wasn't listening.
Something on the ground caught her attention.
She bent down.
Picked it up.
A small object.
Warm.
Faintly glowing.
She quickly closed her hand around it.
"What are you holding, miss?"
Angel froze.
She looked up.
Dr. Louis stood before her.
His eyes… searching.
"I'm Angel," she said calmly.
"And I'm not holding anything."
She showed her slightly burned hand.
"It's just a first-degree burn."
Dr. Louis stepped closer.
"It may not heal that fast."
Before she could react—
he gently took her hand.
A soft glow appeared.
The pain vanished.
Her skin healed instantly.
Angel pulled back.
"That's not possible…"
"You should be careful," he said calmly.
But his eyes told a different story.
An assistant approached him.
"Sir, it's late. We need to go."
Dr. Louis nodded.
Then looked back at Angel.
"You are talented," he said softly.
"I can see a mysterious glow in you."
Angel stayed silent.
"If you want," he continued,
"come to me."
"I can help you turn that glow into something more."
He handed her a paper.
It was filled with riddles.
"My address."
Angel studied it.
"If I need… I'll come."
"Bring your friends too," he added.
After he left—
Elsa spoke.
"You should believe him."
Angel looked surprised. "You think so?"
Elsa nodded.
"Yes."
"I want to come with you," Peter said suddenly.
Angel raised an eyebrow. "You?"
He shrugged.
"Fine," she said.
"But no more bullying. Deal?"
"Deal."
They shook hands.
As Angel turned away—
Peter looked at Elsa.
A strange, knowing smile appeared on his face.
Elsa's eyes widened slightly.
Then—
she smiled back.
Quietly.
Angel didn't notice.
She was too focused on the paper in her hand…
And the glowing object hidden in her palm.
What kind of journey… had she just begun?