Vanessa has spent her life believing she was abandoned, shuffling between neglectful foster homes and haunted by strange nightmares. When her suppressed magic resurfaces, she is thrust into the mysterious world of Alfea, a school for fairies. There...
The morning after their return to Alfea, Vanessa stood in the archives, her locket glowing faintly as she poured over the diagrams of the Web. The anchor's stabilization had bought them time, but the threads of the Web still pulsed erratically, their energy flickering like a weakening heartbeat.
"This doesn't feel right," Vanessa murmured, her voice trembling. "The anchor is stable, but the Web is still... fragile."
Alexander leaned over the table, his green eyes scanning the diagrams with quiet intensity. "What does that mean?"
Vanessa exhaled, her chest tightening. "It means Rosalind isn't just targeting the anchors. She's doing something else-something bigger."
Sky leaned against the edge of the table, his blue eyes glinting with unease. "Bigger than breaking the Web? That's not exactly reassuring."
The bond buzzed faintly, its warmth grounding Vanessa as she met their gazes. "We need to figure out what she's planning. Before it's too late."
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Later that day, Vanessa and her soulmates joined the others in the strategy room, where Professor Dowling's expression was grim. The map of the realms glowed faintly, its surface flickering as if reflecting the Web's instability.
"We've detected disruptions in the Web's energy flow," Dowling said, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "They're scattered, but they're growing."
Vanessa's locket flared briefly, its light resonating with the map. "What kind of disruptions?"
"Localized tears," Dowling replied. "Small fractures in the Web that could grow if left unchecked."
Bloom crossed her arms, her fiery magic sparking faintly. "So, what? We patch them up like we did with the anchors?"
"It's not that simple," Vanessa said, her voice thoughtful. "If these tears are spreading, they could be part of something larger."
Stella frowned, her golden hair catching the light. "And you think Rosalind's behind it?"
Vanessa nodded, her chest tightening. "I know she is."
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