The night air trembled above the Academy's ancient courtyard.Crystals around the fountain shimmered with the colors of every student who had ever passed through its halls — but tonight, six hues blazed brightest.
Lyra, Draven, Nyra Vale, Eira Wynn, Riven, Seren.
They stood in a wide circle.Only one familiar was fully present —Lumi, its silver-blue glow rippling like calm water beside Lyra.
Yet the air itself stirred unnaturally.A whisper passed through the circle — light, sharp, aware.Not a body.Not a shadow.Just an echo — of wings, of time, of memory.
High above them, unseen, Zephyr's presence brushed the wind like a held breath.
Headmistress Veyra's voice carried through the courtyard.
"The Song you are about to summon is not sung by tongues —it is sung by hearts.Let your Echoes speak."
She raised her staff.
Six lights rose.
The courtyard darkened.Only color remained —gold, crimson, silver-blue, storm-white, frost-silver, and violet-black —spiraling upward, weaving through one another until they met in the sky like threads of fate.
The Resonance Begins
Lyra's eyes closed.Her chest ached with memories — the fear of never belonging, the loneliness of silence.
Lumi pressed against her hand.
And in that single heartbeat, the silence shattered.
You are not alone.
The words were not spoken.They bloomed inside her — echoed by every heart in the circle.
Draven's fire steadied.Nyra's shadows softened.Eira's frost stopped biting and began to glow.Riven's storm found rhythm.Seren's time slowed — listening.
Fear aligned with courage.Grief with hope.Doubt with trust.
The Song of Seven began.
No sound.No language.Just color remembering how to sing.
The fountain lifted, water rising into the air like a living mirror.Petals drifted upward, weightless, turning slowly in rhythm.
Then —
From beyond the circle…
A seventh tone answered.
Not seen.Not whole.
A violet resonance, deep and trembling — like the heartbeat of the world itself.
The ground glowed.
Every crystal in the Academy lit up at once.The campus became a living symphony of light.
And above — for the first time in centuries —the Spectrum Aurora unfurled.
Six colors. One missing chord. One awakening echo.
Even Veyra's calm mask broke for a moment.
"The Seventh…" she whispered."…has stirred."
Within the violet glow, a shape flickered —not fully human, not fully light.Watching.
Listening.
Then it vanished.
The resonance faded.Petals fell like rain.
Aftermath
Lyra opened her eyes.Tears shimmered — not from sorrow, but release.
"I… heard them. Every heart."
"And they heard you," Draven said quietly.
Veyra stepped forward, her voice soft but heavy with history.
"What you have done tonight has not occurred since the First Era.You have restored the first chord of creation."
Her gaze lifted toward the violet horizon.
"But now the world will listen.And not all who hear will rejoice."
The six exchanged glances — awe tangled with fear.
And high above them, unseen,the echo of the Seventh Light rippled once more…
Not singing yet.
Just humming a promise.
Soon, the spectrum will remember itself.