"Whoosh…"
The wind brushed softly against the classroom windows.
Lunivara's gaze remained fixed on the door.
["As I remember something will go wrong here....Or was it tommorow?...Hm..."]
Minutes passed.
"Flip…" pages turned.
"Tap… tap…" quills against desks.
"Creak…" chairs shifting slightly.
Nothing happened.
Her fingers rested still on the desk.
["…Strange."]
The teacher continued the lesson as though the world had no intention of breaking. No sudden accusations. No whispers turning sharp.Not even a scene.
Just… normal.
Lunivara slowly leaned back in her chair, eyes half-lidded.
["I'm feeling a bit unease...the story should have moved by now."]
She glanced sideways.
Velarisse was focused on her notes, calm, untouched, exactly as the "heroine" should be. The class was also ordinary.
["...I'm sure there was gonna happen today...what was it again?...why can't I remember it right?"]
Lunivara's uneasiness grow, As she keeps recalling the story.
The bell rang.
"Ding"
Students began to stand. Conversations rose. Laughter returned.
Still nothing.
The afternoon passed the same way.
Normal.
Too normal.
Yet something had changed.
"Whisper… whisper…"
Lunivara caught fragments as she walked through the corridor.
"She didn't do anything today…". A classmate said, while whispering to her friends.
"Wasn't she supposed to?". Her friend replied.
"She feels… different."
Her steps didn't stop.
["Oh..so even doing nothing… changes things....now that I think about things, In the story I was a meany and do worst things for the heroine, but since I didn't do anything today...that also changes things...not bad.."]
Not louder. Not crueler.
But different.
"Creak…"
The dormitory door closed behind her.
["Meaning if I continue doing things like this I might able to get their Lov...wait, what am I thinking?...will they even love me?(thinking of her Morcant family)...they didn't love the old lunivara, so, how can they love the new lunivara?, after all I'm a girl"] feeling devastated.
Silence.
Lunivara didn't even make it to the chair.
She fell onto the bed.
"Fwap"
"…Tired…"
Her arm covered her eyes.
Not from effort.
But from restraint.
["But Holding back… is harder than acting."]
The ceiling blurred slightly as her thoughts drifted.
Then
Her eyes slowly widened.
"…Wait."
She sat up.
["This day…"]
Her heartbeat picked up.
"Thump… thump…"
["This is the day."]
Memories came like a speed of light, being aligned.
In the original story lunivara bullied velarisse today, publicly and harshly.Throwing her things and damaging her desk.And that's when Cedric intervened, protecting velarisse, silencing everything and marked the beginning of Lunivara's downfall.
"…But I didn't…"
Her fingers tightened against the bedsheets.
"I didn't do anything."
Silence filled the room.
Then
A slow breath escaped her lips.
"…I avoided it...I'm glad I didn't do anything today..". Lunivara let out a relief breathe.."huu.."
There wasn't any scene that happened.
A small pause.
Then
A faint, almost disbelieving smile.
["Yes!..it truly be changed…"]
Not through force nor power but through choice.
Outside, the sky dimmed. A message that the day is about to end and week as well, and a new beginning of tommorow.
Tomorrow was weekend.Meaning there will be no classes and students are allowed to go everywhere they want.
After a while of thinking and talking inside her head about what just happened, she noticed the night is approaching and began recalling what the real lunivara would have done at weekends while rolling on her bed, being calm.
["What did the original Lunivara do…?...oh yeah"]
She didn't need to think long.
"…Shopping."
Going to the noble district buying lavish and excessive items.
Everything the current lunivara dont do.
Lunivara stared at the ceiling...going blank...
Then a while she thinks...
"…No."
A quiet decision.
["That's not me...I'm new...it's my choice, my decision."]
A different idea formed.
Slowly.
Naturally.
["If I'm going to move… I'll go somewhere the story doesn't expect."]
Her eyes softened slightly.
"…The common district."
The Next Day ... Weekend
"Clink… clink…"
Coins shifted softly.
"Chatter… chatter…
Voices filled the streets.
The air was warmer. Livelier.
Different.
Lunivara walked quietly beside Clara.
Both dressed simply.
Clara glanced at her.
"…Milady… are you certain?"
"Yes."
A simple answer.
But firm.
Clara didn't question further.
The marketplace stretched widely
Food stalls, handmade goods and voices calling out prices.
"Fresh bread!"
"Spices from the south!"
"Take a look!"
Lunivara slowed her step as she observes the market her eyes moved not like a noble…
But like someone who had seen this before.
["This feels… familiar."]
Not in this world.But in another life.
Ana's life, simple yet loud and where she can express her true self.
A faint smile touched her lips.
"…I like it here."
Clara blinked slightly.
"…It suits me."
Then
She stopped.
"…Hm?"
Something caught her eye.
A small stall, among ordinary items…A glint of green, shining in the reflection of the sun.
Lunivara stepped closer.
Her gaze softened.
["Emerald…"]
Back then she could only see it through screens. Something distance and unreachable ....But now...
"…How much?" she asked quietly.
The seller hesitated.
Before he could answer
"Ah… you have a good eye."
A different voice, smooth Calm.
Not ordinary.
Lunivara looked up.
A hair color that looks like the deeps of the ocean and a matching eyes that look like sand.
Watching her.
Closely.
Lunivara can't help but stare.
[".. Beautiful...."]
"Ma'am?..."
Lunivara snapped back to reality and realizes it was someone from the five male characters.
[ "Thalric Orivane! How could I forget"]
Her heartbeat skipped.
But her face remained composed.
"I just like it," she replied.
A simple lie.
Thalric's lips curved slightly.
"Most don't."
He picked up the emerald, examining it.
"It's often overlooked."
Lunivara's gaze sharpened slightly.
"Then they don't know its value." she said.
A pause.
Then a quiet shift in the air.
Interest.
Real interest.
"…I see." he said.
Thalric looked at her again differently this time.
"Then tell me… what do you see in it?"
And just like that
The conversation began.
Time passed unnoticed.
Emeralds turned into trade.
Trade turned into stories.
Stories turned into laughter.
Light, easy and natural. It was neither forced or calculated.
Just… real.
For once.
"Milady." Clara's voice.
A soft reminder. The sun had lowered.
"…Ah."
Lunivara stepped back slightly.
"…I suppose it's time."
Thalric nodded.
"…It was… interesting."
He didn't ask her name.
She didn't offer it.
But something passed between them, unspoken.
He watched her leave.
A faint thought behind his eyes.
On the way back...
"Bump"
"…Ah...sorry."
Lunivara stepped back slightly.
The boy in front of her paused.
Black hair with Red eyes.
He stared at her just a second too long.
"…It's fine," he muttered.
Then walked past.
Lunivara tilted her head slightly.
["Strange…"]
But she didn't stop.
Back in the dorm
"Creak…"
The door closed.
Lunivara held the emerald in her hand.
It caught the light softly. Glowing from within like a pool of captured green water
A small smile formed.
"…I finally have one."
She lay back on the bed.
["This world…"]
Her fingers curled slightly around the gem.
["It's different.]
Not just a story. Not just a script.
But something she could…Live in.
And for the first time
Lunivara Morcant felt something simple.
Something quiet.
Something real.
"…I like this." She held the emerald tightly.