"You'd be more useful if you actually took care of yourself," Ogron scoffed, "you're how old? And yet you handle yourself like that of a teenager." Ogron, though harsh, said every word with love. Gantlos was of no use if he was constantly weak— especially to the sun fairy.

"He's right, you know," Gantlos stared at Duman, a tad disappointed that he wasn't defending him. However the truth was unmistakable: Gantlos had to face himself. He couldn't keep denying himself his own nature, it was affecting the wizard's work now.

"You need to eat, like eat the things you need." Anagan purposely avoided saying what exactly it was— Blood. Magic. Life.

"And you," Ogron pointed at Duman, "are in charge of making sure he eats." Gantlos simply sighed in resignation, there really was no fighting it this time.

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"Rrraugh!" Stella through the crumpled paper at the wall. The frustration of it all dripped down her mascara stained face.

"You okay Stell-bell?" Brandon's voice came soothing through the door.

"Oh I'm just great!" Stella slumped on the bed, pulling her knees in tight. She simply pointed to the crumpled wad of paper on the floor.

"Your Royal Highness, Princess Stella,

I trust this letter finds you well and in good spirits.

As you are aware, the forthcoming Festival of the Suns is an event of great significance to our kingdom. It is a celebration that honors the sun's energy and warmth, which have been the lifeblood of our people and lands for generations.

After careful consideration and consultation with our esteemed advisors, I have come to the conclusion that the use of lunar magic during this festival would be incongruous with its theme and purpose. The Festival of the Suns is dedicated to the sun's power and radiance, and introducing lunar magic could be seen as conflicting with the festival's spirit and traditions.

Given that your only role at the festival was to provide magical entertainment and show case the magical prowess of the sun, I feel it would be best for you not to attend this year's celebration. This decision was not made lightly, and I hope you understand the importance of preserving the festival's integrity and the symbolism it holds for our kingdom.

I have the utmost respect and admiration for your magical talents and contributions, and I am confident that there will be many other opportunities for you to showcase your gifts in more appropriate settings.

Sincerely ,

King Radius of the Solarian Empire "

Brandon stared in disbelief at the disinvitation.

"This is just awful, I can't use my magic without ruining my skin, my mascara is ruined, and now daddy doesn't want me around!" The sobs began pouring out.

"Princess, I'm sure he just…just doesn't want you to get hurt," Brandon sat next to her, stroking her hair.

"Or he doesn't want to be reminded of my mom…"

"Stella, sweetheart, don't think like that." Brandon's attempts were not working, not even the cuddles soothed Stella in her distraught state, "maybe you need some rest,"

Stella nodded silently, wrapping blankets around herself like a cocoon. Sighing as she heard Brandon leaving, she stared at the wall. Everything she'd ever done felt like a waste of time now. Her moon magic would take forever to catch up, at least that's what she thought.

She got up and stared at a book Tecna had given her. It was a long time since she saw the juvenile spells, maybe, just maybe, she could speed through this. The spells were so beginner — how hard could it be?