"Welcome, Serenphile," a calm, mysterious voice echoed in the grand hall.
A woman stood tall in a flowing black dress. Her presence was sharp yet graceful. "I've heard rumors about you," she said, her lips curling into a knowing smile. "But you're even more beautiful than they said… just like your mother."
Serenphile's brows furrowed. She didn't recognize this woman not from the Angel World, not from anywhere. She stepped back slightly, her guard up.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice steady but firm.
The woman tilted her head slightly, amused by the question. "I'm Agatha," she replied. "I work here at the academy… as a teacher."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked ahead. "Follow me."
Serenphile hesitated, then walked behind her, still suspicious.
"You're in charge of this academy?" she asked, curiosity slipping through her tone.
Agatha gave a small shrug. "You could say that," she said. "Not the whole academy but I am in charge of the students. I train them. Teach them what's right and wrong. Help them unlock their powers. And above all…" she turned, her eyes sharp, "I teach them discipline."
Serenphile studied her carefully. "You don't seem like you're from here," she said. "This planet… it's not your birthplace, is it?"
Agatha paused for a moment, the playful expression on her face fading. "No," she said quietly. "I came from a place called Axon. A planet that no longer exists."
Serenphile's eyes widened. "Destroyed? By what?"
Agatha's voice turned cold. "Monsters."
Before Serenphile could ask more, Agatha raised a hand. "No more questions."
She stopped in front of a tall silver door. "This is your room."
Serenphile looked around. "Am I staying alone?"
"Yes," Agatha replied shortly. She opened the door "Change your clothes. From this moment on, you're a student here."
Her eyes scanning the room and the strange new world she'd just stepped into
The metallic door creaked open as Serenphile turned the handle. She stepped inside her assigned room. A sudden wave of silence wrapped around her. The door clicked shut behind her.
Her eyes scanned the room slowly.
It wasn't large barely enough for one person to live in. The walls were painted in a dull, lifeless grey. Not the soft kind, but the cold, unsettling kind of grey that makes everything feel far away and hollow. It didn't feel like a student room it felt like a cell.
There were no windows.
No sunlight. No view of the sky she used to fly under.
Just four cold walls.
The bed was plain, the sheets tightly tucked, untouched. Beside it was a desk, a chair, a shelf with nothing on it. On the bed, someone had placed her academy uniform a grey, full-length dress. No embroidery, no pattern, no shine. Just plain fabric and strict lines.
She stared at it for a moment. She had never worn something so dull in her life.
Back in the Angel World, her clothes were flowing, beautiful, made of soft fabrics that shimmered in light. Everything she wore had color and meaning. But this... it felt like she was being asked to erase herself.
Still, she didn't complain. She just took a breath and began undressing.
The silence inside the room made every sound louder the rustle of her clothes, the soft thump of her shoes hitting the floor. Her fingers moved carefully as she slipped into the grey dress. It fit her perfectly, as if it had been tailored for her.
She wore the shoes simple black leather and noticed a rule book beside them.
She picked it up, glanced at the heavy cover, then placed it aside. She wasn't ready to read it. Not yet.
Then her eyes fell on something that felt completely out of place in this room her crown.
The one she had worn from home.
The one her mother placed on her head the night before she left.
It was small, delicate, yet radiant. A golden circlet lined with silver, studded with glowing jades and sparkling crystals. Each gem was sacred in the Angel World each one blessed.
That crown wasn't just a royal ornament. It was her identity.
She took it off her head slowly. Her fingers lingered on the smooth edges. In this strange world, it was the last piece of home she had left.
She walked to the desk and placed it gently on the wooden surface. It shone even in the dim artificial light, like it didn't belong in this world of rules and walls.
She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at it. For a long time, she didn't move.
Her mind wandered.
Back to the skies of the Angel World.
Back to her little sister's laugh.
Back to her mother's voice: "Remember who you are, Serenphile. You carry light."
She lowered her gaze, the weight of the silence pressing down on her chest.
The room had no window.
Not even a vent.
It felt like the air didn't move. Like this place was meant to cage something dangerous, not protect something delicate.
She felt it the suffocation.
Serenphile lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was plain too. Just like everything else. Cold. Unwelcoming.
She turned on her side and lifted her hands slowly, staring at her palms. There was a faint glow. Very faint. Like her body remembered who she was, even if this place tried to make her forget.
She slowly opened her fingers, and for a second, a soft pulse of golden light shimmered between them—like the breath of a memory.
Her heart jumped.
"I still have it," she whispered. "It's still inside me."
Back home, everyone told her she had inherited divine energy—powerful, rare, ancient. But she never had the chance to understand it. She was always protected, always surrounded. Here… there was no one. No family. No guards. No sky.
Just herself.
And something unknown inside her hands.
She curled her fingers into a fist and held it close to her chest.
"Maybe that's why they brought me here," she thought. "To teach me how to control it. Or… to test me."
Her eyes moved toward the desk again—toward the crown.
"I'm a princess," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. "But here… I'm just another student. Just another name on a list."
She closed her eyes.
Serenphile… the girl from another world.
Would they mock her? Would they fear her? Would they try to break her?
She didn't know.
All she knew was that the room around her was silent. Too silent.