"What on earth is happening here?" Andrew abruptly released Stanley's hands, unaware of the sheer force within him that had caused Stanley's bone to break.
Stanley felt an incredible amount of pressure and pain from Andrew's hands, and he couldn't help but wonder how a small, slender person like Andrew, who didn't possess much physical strength, could withstand his punch so effortlessly and not only that had the power to shatter his fist.Stanley was bleeding as he turned his gaze towards the source of the voice, he noticed it was a lecturer. In an instant, he decided to portray himself as the one being bullied.The lecturer's attention immediately focused on Hannah, who was lying on the ground. Stanley, clutching his broken fist, spoke up,"Andrew! I told you to leave Hannah alone, and now you've attacked me. Why are you acting so wicked?" Stanley's words caught Andrew off guard, leaving him momentarily stunned.Despite his pretense of sobriety, Stanley couldn't hide the wicked smirk that played across his face, directed solely at Andrew."Sir, that's not true. He's completely lying," Andrew attempted to clarify, desperately seeking vindication.The lecturer turned to the crowd, silently searching for answers through their expressions.Unexpectedly, the crowd began to rally behind Stanley, further cementing the perception that he was the instigator. Hannah, rising from the ground in support of Andrew, addressed Mr. Lockwood, "Sir Lockwood, it was Stanley, not Andrew, who initiated the fight. It's all his fault."Andrew, taken aback by the unexpected support, was deeply moved. He had never experienced anyone standing up for him before, and this moment brought him immense joy.While Mr. Lockwood observed that both Andrew and Stanley were injured, he hesitated to take action against Stanley due to the influential status of his family, who belonged to the top eight wealthiest families in the area."Andrew, come with me to the Office of Student Consult," Mr. Lockwood directed, pointing at Andrew as he reprimanded him. Andrew attempted to explain himself, but the lecturer's intense gaze silenced him."Sir, Andrew is not to blame," Hannah interjected, trying to make Mr. Lockwood understand, but her plea fell on deaf ears.Stanley, grinning at Andrew, whispered threateningly from behind, "You'll pay for this."This unfortunate incident reflected the flaws of the school system, where the strong were favored over the weak. Andrew, an orphan who had earned a scholarship to attend the prestigious Wilson Bridge College, was often looked down upon by his course mates.After all, it was a school for the privileged, and Andrew faced relentless bullying day in and day out. However, he had always endured it silently, as he had no one to protect him except himself. Today, however, he felt an urge to fight back, experiencing a taste of power for the first time in his life. Determined to make the most of it, he resolved to wield it to its fullest extent.******After hours of seating at the waiting room Andrew was called it the Disciplinary hearing room.Andrew nervously entered the disciplinary hearing room of the Office of the Student's Conduct.The room was quiet and formal, with a large conference table at its center, surrounded by stern-faced members of the disciplinary board. The chairperson, Mr. Johnson, sat at the head of the table.Andrew took a seat opposite the board members, his palms sweaty as he awaited the outcome of the hearing.After a thorough review of the evidence and testimonies presented, Mr. Johnson addressed Andrew,"Andrew, based on the evidence and our discussions, the board has come to a decision regarding your conduct during the recent incident. We find that your actions violated the student code of conduct."Andrew's heart sank as he anxiously awaited the verdict. He knew what was coming after all the school's system was a mess.Mr. Johnson continued, "In light of the seriousness of the offense and taking into consideration that you don't have a bad record, the board has decided to impose a suspension from the university for a period of one semester."Andrew's breath caught in his throat as the words hit him. A suspension meant he would be barred from attending classes, participating in university activities, and it could have significant implications for his academic progress and future.Andrew's fists clenched tightly as he realized he was powerless. Stanley, the cause of it all, would escape unscathed while he had to bear the punishment in his place. The faces in the room were etched into his memory, and he vowed to himself that he would seek revenge.As Andrew left the room, he felt their disdainful gazes piercing his back. Walking down the hallway to gather his belongings, he could sense the judgmental whispers that followed him."Who does he think he is? Just because he managed to beat up Stanley, he believes he's the boss now. If I were in his place, I would have effortlessly defeated this worthless individual," a dark-haired boy sneered, consumed by jealousy.Despite Andrew's being poor, his striking handsomeness made other boys pale in comparison.Andrew overheard their comments but paid them no mind as he approached his locker to retrieve his belongings. Just as he was about to close it, he caught sight of Hannah, the epitome of campus beauty, on the back of the locker door.Their eyes met, and Hannah blushed. "I apologize for causing you so much trouble. I hope we can still keep in touch," she said, her smile illuminating the moment.Andrew was at a loss for words. "Of course... Yeah," he managed to say, his heart racing."This is my card," Hannah smiled, handing him her contact information. Andrew was taken aback, realizing he now possessed the number of the campus's most desirable woman."Give me a call," she said, gesturing a phone call with her thumb and pinky finger against her ear.Andrew's happiness surged as he closed his locker door, feeling a sense of relief. He smiled as he carried the weighty books against his blood-stained shirt.Making his way towards the campus exit, he couldn't resist stealing one last glimpse of Hannah. To his dismay, he witnessed her pinned against the lockers, passionately kissed by Dane, a young, handsome, and one of the richest Campus youngster.Andrew's heart sank as the books he had clutched fell to the ground. The one person he believed he could trust had already been claimed by another.
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The End
At the heart of the capital, where the Core Plaza had once been reduced to a crater during Ayra’s siege, a new monument now stood. Twelve statues circled the base, in the ash-stone and bonded with traces of the Ashcore’s living light. Each bore the likeness of one of the fallen. Taylor, Sean, Chuks, Leon, Elsa, Zahara, Isaura, Cassiel and three others. At the very center of the monument, beneath a spire of forged Eden alloy repurposed from Havenborn's original wing, stood two larger statues—Hannah and Andrew, holding hands. Between them, a smaller third statue: a young child, arms raised toward the future. Despite all they'd lost, the city was alive. Wind passed through the plaza quietly. It wasn’t just a place for mourning anymore. It was a place where laughter echoed too—children ran between the statues, playing tag. Vendors lined the edge with food carts, and families gathered in the late afternoon sun. On a low bench facing the monument sat Fredrick. His beard was grayer now,
No More Ashbloods In Captivity
Two months had passed since Ayra fell and the treaty was signed. The wounds hadn’t all healed. But for the first time in years, the Ashbloods could breathe without looking over their shoulders. And now, at the highest peak of the rebuilt city, the Havenborn stood ready. It pulsed with renewed energy, reoutfitted with salvaged Eden cloaking tech, Ashcore fusion rails, and the signature geometric flame crest Andrew had carved himself—two hands holding fire. The boarding platform hissed open. Andrew stepped into the command bridge wearing a fitted black field jacket with silver trim and no rank insignia. His hair had been trimmed, his beard neater, but his face—older. The crew waited in silence. Elsa at her pilot seat, gloves tugged tight. Zahara behind her at engineering, half a torque wrench tucked in her belt. Isaura at navigation, feeding orbital scans into the side display. Fredrick checked the launch clamps while Chuks stood with his arms crossed, impatient as always.
Happy Married Life
**********The rebuilt temple hall stood radiant under the starlit dome of the Ashblood city. Its high archways shimmered with vines of living crystal, glowing faintly in hues of amber and white.Wind stirred through the ivy-wrapped towers overhead. This was a union not just of two hearts, but of bloodlines that had once been hunted, hidden, and feared.Rows of Ashblood citizens and human guests filled the marble aisles. The Twelve—each wearing ceremonial dark silver tunics stitched with the insignia of the Ashcore—stood as silent guards and family alike. Zahara leaned heavily on Chuks’ arm. Fredrick had one arm bandaged, but stood tall. Isaura, Elsa, and Leon were dressed in light gray formalwear,.And at the center, between tall stone flame-spires and under a canopy of woven crystal branches, stood Andrew.He had never worn white before.But today, he did.His white curls had been tied back loosely, and his formal tunic was embroidered with the symbols of unity—Ashcore on one side,
Will You Marry Me?
The broken skyline framed the sun’s descent like a jagged crown. Across the cratered ruins of what had been the Ashblood capital, figures moved slowly—wounded, limping, supporting each other.The dead had been gathered as hundreds of dead bodies were present, Elders, Children and Warriors.A long field had been cleared at the southern base of the city, now filled with rows of bodies wrapped in white ashcloth, their names etched into scorched slate placed at each head. Engineers had rebuilt a single platform in the center—a stage made of black stone and white flame.The city gathered, but Ashbloods and humans the remaining survivors.The Twelve stood in the front, silent, most with injuries still healing. Zahara leaned on a cane. Chuka’s right arm was in a sling. Cassiel still bore dried blood on his collar. Leon hadn’t said a word in hours.And at the heart of them all stood Andrew.He held Sol in one arm—his infant son quiet, his face turned toward the wind.Hannah stood beside him,
The Birth Of A Child
Andrew knelt in the rubble, shoulders hunched, head bowed, silent.Around him, molten ash and crumbling stone lifted into the air, swirling in a slow orbit. His tears hissed as they struck the heat-warped ground.Hannah’s body lay limp a few feet away. Blood seeped into the soil. The life was gone from her eyes.A breath escaped his throat—ragged, primal.Then the scream tore free.“ARRRRGHHHHH!” The ashstorm exploded outward.Reign took a step back, raising a shield instinctively. “Restrain him!”But the Sentinex soldiers were already screaming. Their weapons melted in their hands. The Eden operatives tried to retreat, but the ash caught them mid-motion—wrapping their limbs, invading their mouths and throats.Miriam was the first to die. She aimed a sonic pulse cannon at Andrew—only for the ash to surge through the barrel and reverse it.The weapon exploded in her hands, incinerating her torso.“NO—” Vincent tried to run.Andrew turned toward him—slow, deliberate.White flame seared
My Baby! My Child! They Can't Be Dead!
Ayra's body was gone—vaporized. The people of the Ashblood city lay broken, bleeding, exhausted.Andrew stood with cracked skin and barely a breath left in him. His feet trembled as he leaned against a half-shattered pillar. Hannah stood only a few feet away, supporting herself with one hand on her lower belly, the other reaching for him.Then— they could hear footsteps boots crunching across blackened stone.Andrew blinked through the haze as Reign stepped through the smoke.At first, Andrew felt only relief. “Reign… Ayra’s gone. We did it.”But Reign didn’t smile. His eyes didn’t soften. He kept walking—until he stood in front of Andrew.And then he said quietly, almost gently:“You always were so easy to manipulate.”Andrew’s heart dropped. “What…?”The sky turned dark again as Sentinex drop-pods pierced the clouds, followed by the dark glint of Eden armorsuits marching behind them.Andrew turned—too slowly.“This… isn’t happening... again”Hannah’s eyes widened. “Andrew?”Before
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