They say legends are born loud.
But hers was born in silence.
Ravens gate High.
A school of gold shoes, loud girls, and louder laughter.
And right through that glitter walked a girl whose name no
one cared to know.
Alara Veil.
She wore a half-torn sweater, fixed at the shoulder with a
safety pin.
Her schoolbag had her name stitched in crooked thread.
Her specs were thick. Her hair always tied back.
Her shoes squeaked when she walked.
Her eyes never looked up.
Every day, she entered like background noise.
Every day, they laughed as she passed.
But she never stopped.
Never shouted.
Never cried in front of them.
Because the world didn't know —
she wasn't here to be liked.
She was here to rise.
In the first row of Class 12-B sat the boy every girl secretly
worshipped —
Kael Zaveri.
Rich. Brilliant. Untouchable.
And beside him, by a strange twist of seat allotment — sat
her.
That day, Kael glanced at her with something in his eyes.
Was it pity? Was it curiosity?
Even he didn't know.
Alara quietly pulled out her notebook.
But she wasn't writing notes.
She was scribbling something — over and over:
> "LAW ISN'T A WORD.
IT'S A SWORD.
I WILL BUILD IT.
I WILL BLEED IT."
The bell rang.
Girls passed her, giggling about her hair.
Kael watched as she packed up silently.
He didn't know…
That six months later, she would disappear.
That one year later, she'd walk back in heels louder than
thunder.
That ten years later…
the world would know her name — and fear it.
But today?
She was still just that girl.
And that…was their biggest mistake.