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BLOODBOUND FATE

The prophecy didn't save me, it claimed me. Death was not her ending...... it was her rebirth. Awakened into a world of gods, bloodlines, and ancient curses, she learns that her second life is bound to a prophecy written long before she existed. Marked by divine blood and hunted by fate, she becomes the one Olympus never wanted to rise again. As secrets unfold and forbidden bonds form, she must decide whether to obey the destiny forced upon her or defy the gods who control her future. But prophecies always demand a price, and some rebirths are meant to destroy the world that created them. Because being reborn under a cursed prophecy means there is no escape, only fate.
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Chapter 5

When I entered the room, it was quiet and warm. A soft light came through the window and touched the bed and the floor. The curtains moved slowly as the air passed by. Everything inside the room felt calm, like it was waiting for me to rest.

I placed my things beside the bed and sat down for a moment. My thoughts drifted to Ms. Gina. I wondered what she was doing now. To me, she had been a real mother ever since my own mother left us when I was only four months old. Ms. Gina once told me that my mother was deeply buried in debt. As I grew up, it was Ms. Gina who paid everything for us, though I never understood why those debts even existed.

As I thought about those things, I didn't realize that tears were already falling from my eyes.

Knock. Knock.

I quickly wiped my face and fixed myself before opening the door.

"Hi!!! I'm Aoife! And you must be-" She paused, clearly trying to remember my name. Maybe she had heard it before and simply forgot.

"Sarina. I'm Sarina."

"Ouhh yeah! Nice to meet you, Sarina! Come join us for lunch at the cafeteria!"

She didn't wait for my response and immediately pulled my hand, dragging me outside. I glanced back at my room and saw my things still unpacked. I was starting to feel hungry, so I didn't bother refusing.

There was no one else in the dorm but the two of us. Where was everyone? And where was the person Abby mentioned, the one staying across from my room? Atticus, was it? Was he really a dragon? The kind that breathes fire? Did powers like that really exist here?

I noticed Aoife letting out a small laugh, so I asked her if she was okay.

"Sarina... Atticus is already in the cafeteria, waiting for us. And... nope, he's not a real dragon like what you're imagining, breathing fire and all. He's just... uhh, let's say strict, cold, and scary."

"H-huh?" I stuttered. How did she know? Could she read my mind too?

"Yes, Calista-" She suddenly stopped, then smiled awkwardly. "I mean, Sarina. I think we need to give you some lessons about Aetherion and the ability of each student here for you to be aware." She stopped in front of the cafeteria doors. "For now, shut your mind. The dragon might hear your voice in your head. Let's go."

I followed her immediately and forced myself not to think of anything. I didn't want them reading my thoughts again.

When we entered, we went straight to a table that looked different from the others. The chairs were more elegant, and the space was wider. While other tables could only seat four people, this one was clearly meant for more.

"Hey, hey! Yve, that's my seat! Get the hell out of my seat!" Aoife snapped.

Yve glared at her and raised an eyebrow, as if saying, Who are you to tell me what to do?

I felt awkward because I didn't know any of them. Aoife and Abby were the only ones familiar to me, and Abby already looked unapproachable.

"Whatever you say, arf arf," Yve replied mockingly before standing up and changing seats.

I sat where Aoife told me to sit, too shy to say anything.

"You dimwit, it's not arf arf!" Aoife shouted.

Yve ignored her and turned to me instead. "You're Sarina, right? Dang, I knew it! I told you, Abby, the new student is an Alpha."

"Whatever," Abby replied coldly, reading a book while eating.

Yve stopped talking and sat beside me. "Hmm... where's the second boss?" Aoife asked while whispering, but before she could say anything else, a plate of food was suddenly placed on the table in front of us.

"I can hear you."

The voice was low and calm, yet it sent a chill down my spine.

I slowly lifted my head.

He was tall, much taller than everyone else at the table. His presence alone felt heavy, like the air itself had shifted the moment he arrived. He look at me.

"You are the one I call earlier in the Admission Hall right?" he asked flatly.

Aoife grinned. "Yep, that's Sarina. Sarina, that's Dio. And Dio, she is also an Alpha."

His gaze fell on me. I felt my chest tighten, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

"...Alpha... oh yeah I remember now," he muttered. I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Where is Atticus?"

"He's gonna be here in any minute. Just finishing some things in the Admission Hall. Maybe five minutes," Abby said and continue to read her book.

"Your ability is kinda cool, Abby. I hope I can have that too."

Abby did not pay attention to what Yve said. She just continued reading her book. I could not tell what kind of book it was, or why she was reading in the middle of eating.

"I'm reviewing for the upcoming quiz after lunch, Sarina. I heard your mind. It's too loud," she said.

I was shocked by what she said. It looked like all Alphas could read thoughts. I wondered how they stopped others from reading their own minds.

"Uhm... can I ask if-"

"You fucking bitch!"

We turned our heads toward where the voice came from. I saw the same girl who had also called me a bitch earlier. I saw her eyes turn blue, and her body suddenly changed. It looked like she was surrounded by wind mixed with water, spinning around her body.

"I'm not the one who did that, Eulisse! It's your fault! You're a bitch!" she shouted. Her body had crawling veins that looked like tree roots, and it was scary to look at.

I looked at the people at our table, but they had no reaction. It was like they were just watching a simple show while eating.

"That's from the B Class. As always, they're on a fight," Abby said. I frowned at what Abby said. "B Class?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Beta Class. Next after Alpha. The Betas are always fighting each other just for a deity gift and ranking," Yve said.

"Deity gift?" I asked again.

"Yeah. Monthly, we have a fight or sparring in the Arena with digital creatures for ranking then if you win, you gonna have a gift from a deity. Just like Yve. He belonged to Beta before, but because of the ranking system, he became Alpha. And it is also based on your ability," Dio said.

I understood Dio's explanation a little, but our attention returned to the two Betas who were fighting. I noticed they were about to attack each other, and I could feel the power of both of them in my body. Until...a loud voice echoed in the whole cafeteria.

"ENOUGH!"

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