The First Warning
700 Words
The taxi stopped at the foot of the giant iron gates, their black metal twisted like the claws of some ancient beast. A cold wind brushed Aria Hale’s neck as she stepped out, clutching her single suitcase like it was the only thing she owned—which, sadly, it almost was.
Blackthorne Academy.
People called it elite, mysterious, impossible to enter.
And yet… she was invited.
Aria’s chest tightened. Why me? She had spent weeks asking, but no one ever gave a clear answer. The scholarship email felt like a glitch, a mistake, or maybe a joke someone forgot to finish.
But now she was here.
A low chime echoed somewhere inside the campus, deep and haunting.
Aria swallowed. “This place feels like a horror movie intro,” she whispered to herself.
The gates suddenly creaked open—slowly, as if watching her.
She stepped forward.
The moment her feet crossed the line, a strange shiver ran through her spine. The air felt heavier… different. Like something was waiting.
“New student?” a voice said from the side.
Aria jumped. A girl with short purple hair and a warm smile appeared beside her.
“I’m Evelyn. You must be Aria Hale.”
Aria forced a smile. “How did you—?”
“Your arrival was… discussed,” Evelyn said, then quickly changed the topic. “Come on, I’ll take you to the main hall.”
As they walked, Aria stared at the towering gothic buildings, their windows glowing softly in the afternoon light. The academy looked beautiful—majestic even—but underneath it, she sensed a shadow.
A secret.
“Evelyn?” Aria asked hesitantly. “Why does everyone keep acting like the school is—”
She stopped.
Because she saw him.
A tall boy stood in the center of the entrance hall, hands in the pockets of his dark coat. Broad shoulders. Sharp jaw. Black hair that fell perfectly over his forehead. And eyes—stormy gray, cold, unreadable—locked onto her like she had just intruded into his world.
Aria’s breath hitched.
He looked… dangerous.
Evelyn whispered urgently, “Don’t stare at him.”
“Why?” Aria whispered back.
“That’s Lucian Blackthorne.”
Aria blinked. “Blackthorne… like the Academy name?”
“Yes.” Evelyn’s voice dropped to a tremble. “And trust me—he isn’t someone you want to get involved with.”
Too late.
Lucian was already walking toward them.
His gaze didn’t waver. Each step felt like thunder rolling closer. Aria’s heart hammered in her chest, and she wasn’t sure if it was fear… or something else.
He stopped just a breath away.
“You’re Aria.” His voice was deep, low, and smooth like velvet dragged over a blade.
Aria nodded, unsure why the air felt suddenly thin.
Lucian’s jaw tightened. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Aria frowned. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” His eyes darkened. “This place isn’t safe for you.”
“And why is that?” she asked, forcing herself to stand tall.
He leaned slightly closer. She could feel the heat of his breath despite his icy stare.
“Because Blackthorne Academy changes people,” he said softly. “Breaks them.”
Her pulse skipped.
Lucian’s gaze flickered to her lips for just a second—barely visible—before he stepped back, emotion slamming shut behind his eyes.
“Stay away from me, Aria Hale,” he said. “For your own good.”
Before she could reply, the grand clock above them rang.
DONG.
DONG.
DONG.
Everything fell silent.
Aria glanced over her shoulder instinctively… and gasped.
The massive portrait hanging on the wall—the one of the boy who looked eerily like Lucian—had changed.
His painted eyes were no longer looking straight ahead.
They were looking directly at her.
Aria froze.
Evelyn’s hand gripped her arm. “We need to leave. Now.”
“Why is the portrait—”
“Don’t look at it!” Evelyn hissed.
But Aria couldn’t look away.
Because she could swear… the boy in the painting just blinked.
To be continued…
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