Atlas' POVAfter bidding Scarlett good bye I began to walk back to my room. As I walked back to my room, Scarlett's words replayed in my mind.★Earlier★"What girl?", Atlas asked her."Actually, when I first came, after being reborn, I went to visit the school with my friends and that traitor, Annabel and there a met a strange little girl", Scarlett began to narrate to him."Strange little girl?", Atlas asked."How so?", he asked her."Well, she said some strange things", Scarlett answered."Strange things? Like what?", Atlas asked."Well things that sounded like prophecies, warnings. And she spoke of Annabel like she knew that Annabel was evil and planning to betray me", Scarlett explained to him."But that's impossible", Atlas shook his head."How could she know?", Atlas asked."I don't know, but that's what it felt like", Scarlett expressed."But she couldn't have known.... unless... you don't think she could be a witch, right?", Atlas asked."I don't know", Scarlett answered truth

**SHANTEL'S POV** There is a bald-headed official seated just beside Scarlett, and although everyone else in the room looks uncomfortable with Scarlett's presence, he looks particularly jittery. I can see the film of sweat coating his shirt and darkening his armpits even as the AC is turned low and blasting. I see his hand twitching like a scared little child, and his forehead crumpled like an old dollar note. "Since you claim that everybody here vetted the documents before they got to me, how is it possible that this suspicious clause that was meant to deceive me into relinquishing ownership of my father's company into the hands of Storm Company was somehow omitted?" Scarlett asked, looking around the table and maintaining the smirk on her face. "I have always chosen to believe that you are all capable and literate people with the best interests of this company at heart, and I believed that the processes of the company were so airtight that no anomaly would actually sneak past yo

**ATLENE'S POV**Scarlet's words have refused to leave my head. The fact that she said that the only person she has feelings for is Atlas, greatly weakens and hurts me. I know that she really wanted Atlas to go with her to the company, and only decided against it because she did not want it to look a certain way. I feel so heartbroken as I can't even concentrate on the training for today."Are you fine, Atlene?" Nader asks as I make to leave the training ground. I look at his young face, and feel the urge to open up to someone, but I run the risk of appearing even weaker than I already do, so I swallow my tears and force a little smile. "Why do you ask? Don't tell me that my beautiful face is gone!" I say, playing at a joke and touching my face theatrically. I am the pack's clown, so I might as well live up to expectations, while hoping and praying that Atlas does not take that away from me too. Nader laughs heartily just as his siblings walk out towards us, and I use the distractio

 **SCARLETT'S POV** I stand in the shower, letting the scalding heat of the water wet my hair and warm up my entire body. The tears in my eyes falling more rapidly than the water from my shower head. I am exhausted; drained; just in need of exactly this - crying in the shower.  It gets very tiring - this having to get everybody to sit up straight, act right and actually take notice of you. Most of the people at my father's company expected me to never come back. They expected me to be a pushover, which is exactly why they did not put in as much blood and sacrifice into their work as they should have.  I remember clearly, the shock I felt when on interrogation of the officials, one of them opened up that they had actually planned on handing over ownership of my father's company to Storm Company, just for the promise of owning larger shares in the new merged companies.  They

 THE HUMAN WORLD "The Princess is missing!" An unknown voice whispers hoarsely in the castle's gardens, and the other person seems to whimper and shiver fearfully.  "Do you think she ran away or eloped?" The other person whispers fearfully as Noelle lays her head down in the snow-covered flower bush, listening intently as she pulls her head warmer on tighter.  "I don't think so." The voice says, pausing for a few seconds, as if to ensure that they were truly alone. "This is top secret, but…" The voice is interrupted.  "What are you two doing in the garden during winter?" The Chief of Royal staff asks. Noelle can't see her, but she could pick out that commanding tone in a lineup. The woman is ruthless and feared in the castle, and in the land. The gossips were apparently maids, because they apologize and scatter in different directions. I lower myself and sit on the