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You seem less giddy than I would normally expect," Damon finally remarked, breaking the silence that had stretched on for almost a minute now. There was a note of concern in his voice.

As we walked, the steady, rhythmic sound of our boots crunching against the sandy ground provided the only accompaniment to the weighty silence that had descended upon us.

My continued silence seemed to baffle Damon, his friendly jibe met only with the impenetrable wall of my stoic facade.

Turning to face me, his brows furrowed in confusion, Damon sought to break through the silence that had settled between us

"Seriously dude, what is the matter?" He asked.

As I shook my head, my steps continuing to carry me forward, my mind struggled to find the words to express the turmoil that churned within me.

What could I tell Damon? That I was frustrated with the palace's constraints, longing for the freedom to pursue my own path and my own ambitions?

With no easy answer presenting itself, I chose to remain silent,

In the end, I knew that voicing my frustrations would only lead to more conflict and more complications.

It was better, I decided, to keep my thoughts to myself, to bottle up my feelings and soldier on as a loyal guard to the empire

As the silence stretched on, Damon's own confusion seemed to deepen, his brow creasing with concern as he struggled to understand what caused my brooding mood.

Resigning himself to the silence, however, he fell into step beside me, our footsteps falling into a steady rhythm as we made our way to the palace.

"Do you ever leave the castle?" I asked after a while, breaking the silence.

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"See who decided to stop being mute". Damon said with a smirk.

I gave him a stony glare.

"Tough crowd". He muttered, still smiling. "But no, I never leave the castle, why?"

"Could you?" I asked.

Damon fell into a contemplative silence, his features scrunching up in thought as he considered my question. "Why do you ask? He asked after a while".

"Nothing". I said and resumed walking in silence.

"If it counts for anything, I thought you fought amazingly". Damon said. "I won't be surprised if you have fans now at the academy".

A mirthless chuckle escaped my lips as I scoffed at the idea of fans, my expression returning to its usual brooding mask as I shook my head in frustration.

"Unless those fans are beast monsters that I can level up on," I thought ,unimpressed, "I don't want anything to do with them."

I was supposed to meet with Luna but as night fell over the palace, I found myself with no desire for human interaction, my spirit weary and my heart burdened by the weight of my thoughts.

Retreating to the privacy of my room, I bolted the door behind me, the heavy wood acting as a barrier against the outside world as I sank into my bed and closed my eyes, allowing sleep to pull me into its embrace.

***

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, I stirred from sleep, my mind sluggish and my body heavy with exhaustion.

Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I sat up in bed, my gaze falling on the door to the room as I wondered if Luna had come by the night before.

As I contemplated the possibility of Luna's arrival, my mind began to spin with scenarios, each one painted in shades of uncertainty and what-ifs.

Perhaps she had come to the door, her hand raised to knock, only to find it locked tight. Would she have waited, her knuckles rapping against the wood in a soft rhythm as she called out for me?

Or perhaps she had simply turned away, her disappointment a silent companion as she made her way back to her own quarters, her footsteps echoing through the corridors of the palace as she retreated into the shadows of the night.

With a sigh, I rose from my bed, my movements sluggish and my feet dragging against the floor as I made my way to the door.

With a muted click, I unbolted the lock, the lock turning easily under my fingers as I released its hold on the door.

Returning to my bed, I fell back onto the mattress with a heavy sigh, the weight of my mood pressing down on me like a leaden blanket as I stared up at the ceiling

As Damon and I made our way to the academy that morning, I felt the weight of a thousand eyes upon me, their gazes like tangible forces that dragged at me as I walked.

Some looked upon me with admiration, their faces alight with respect and reverence, their whispers carrying the echoes of my victory over the two-star mage.

But others looked upon me with scorn and resentment, their eyes narrowed in suspicion as they regarded me with a mixture of jealousy and disbelief, their whispers a sharp contrast to the adulation of my admirers.

"Come fight me, any of you". I said in my mind.

As I waited for the masters to arrive and the day's training to commence, I found myself lost in the half-hearted banter of my friends, my thoughts drifting back to the battle and the stares that had followed me throughout the day.

i answered their questions with nonchalance, my mind only half-focused on their conversations as I nodded and smiled in all the right places, my attention drawn more to the weight of my own thoughts than to the words of my companions.

As the day's training progressed, I found my attention caught by a faint, rhythmic drumming in the distance, a sound that seemed to echo through the air like a distant heartbeat.

I realized it was the sound of a horse trotting along the cobbled paths, its hooves striking the ground in a familiar, rhythmic pattern, and it was growing closer.

I looked up to see master Jared staring at the entrance.