Next morning. On the way to class [1-Hero-1].
After talking with Mom for like thirty minutes, I was somehow able to calm her down. She was saying I should just come back home, but I know I can't do that.
It's barely two months since I came to Nova Academy and there is still much more going to happen here.
The plot has changed so much that I can't depend on my memory as an author.
Most of the things are not going according to the plotline, I have to prepare myself for anything.
This time I was able to save myself from Samuel Ascal and kill him but I know that the future is unclear.
"Is he Lucas?"
I stopped myself on my track as I heard my name being called.
My attention turned to my surroundings, the hallway buzzed with whispers as I made my way to class, each word a fleeting echo of the aftermath of Samuel Ascal. My thoughts wrestled with the uncertainty that loomed over Nova Academy, a narrative spiralling beyond the bounds of my authorial knowledge.
