The sun rose over a quiet Academy, its golden light washing away the remnants of the storm. The world seemed different—brighter, charged with possibility.
Rose walked through the courtyard, magic humming softly around her like a second skin. Students stared, whispers trailing in her wake. She wasn't just Rose anymore. She was something new—something powerful.
Belladoma caught up beside her, her usual guarded expression softened.
"You're different," she said. "Stronger. More... alive."
Rose laughed, a sound full of relief and hope. "I feel it too. Like I'm finally myself."
They reached the edge of the garden where Rose had once planted the truthroot. The thorny vines bloomed wildly, their crimson petals glowing faintly.
Belladoma's eyes softened. "You've grown more than the plant."
Rose reached out, brushing a thorn gently. "I'm still learning. Still figuring out who I want to be."
Belladoma stepped closer. "Maybe you don't have to figure it out alone."
Their eyes met—warmth blooming between them, unspoken and electric.
Nimbus fluttered around their heads, clearly approving.
Rose took a deep breath. "What happens now?"
Belladoma smiled. "Now? We face it together."
And for the first time, Rose believed it.
The storm inside her was no longer a curse.
It was a gift.
And with Belladoma by her side, the future was theirs to shape.