Lost it

Dear Diary,

It’s as if the entire world has been turned upside down, with each passing moment revealing new layers of mystery and intrigue. The voice from beneath the well, once cold and indifferent, now pleaded for its life, sending shockwaves through the grand hall.

As the kings stood, demanding answers, the tension in the air was palpable. King Valerius Malachai, with a determined expression on his face, approached the well, his presence commanding attention. I could hear the frantic movements from within the depths, as if whatever lay below was desperate to escape.

In response to King Malachai’s inquiries, the voice confessed to harboring something for centuries, but claimed to have lost it. The sense of betrayal hung heavy in the air, leaving everyone stunned and speechless. It became clear that the purpose of the meeting would’nt going to completed.

Jennifer and Jacob, their faces etched with anger, demanded justice for the deception. Their voices echoed the sentiments of the crowd, as murmurs of discontent rippled through the room. The kings and ministers, their expressions dark with fury, vowed to put an end to the charade.

Just as it seemed that retribution was imminent, the well vanished into thin air, leaving behind a sense of emptiness and disappointment. It was as if the very essence of the meeting had been stripped away, leaving nothing but a bitter taste of betrayal.

The aftermath of the tumultuous events at the meet left me feeling more bewildered than ever. As the kings ordered the headmasters to appear before the court, I watched with bated breath, unsure of what would unfold next.

Hours passed, and finally, the headmasters emerged from the meeting, their expressions a mix of solemnity and concern. However, one notable absence was Headmistress Morgana Revancroft. Her absence only added to the air of mystery surrounding the events of the day.

Among the headmasters stood Headmaster Lysandros, the enigmatic figure from the Morbida Academy of Arcane. His calm demeanor amidst the chaos only served to deepen my confusion. It was as if he knew something that the rest of us didn’t.

After the meeting with the kings, Headmaster Lysandros approached me, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. He shook my hand warmly and uttered cryptic words that left me both intrigued and unsettled. “I knew, I knew it,” he said, his voice tinged with a hint of mystery. His hand on my head felt like a blessing, though I couldn’t decipher its true meaning.

Soon after, Headmistress Morgana Revancroft and the professors joined us, and together, we prepared to leave the scene of the chaotic events. Following the headmistress’s orders, we placed our hands one above the other, and in an instant, we were transported to the invisible central cage of her office.

As I was stood there, surrounded by the familiar yet ethereal surroundings of the headmistress’s office, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something momentous was on the horizon. The events of the day had left me with more questions than answers, and I couldn’t help but wonder what secrets lay hidden beneath the surface.

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