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As they walked away from the hidden chamber, the team couldn't stop talking about the unexpected turn of events. "I can't believe it was just a Reflection Spell," June said, shaking her head. "I mean, I know it's a good spell and all, but against dark magic?"

Daemon shrugged. "I guess sometimes the simplest solutions are the best. And I had to think fast."

Professor Rosebird smiled. "That's the mark of a true witch, Daemon. Adaptability and quick thinking."

Amber grinned. "And a little bit of luck never hurts, either."

But as they approached the school, Daemon couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The mirror's message kept echoing in his mind: "The true darkness has only just begun..."

He mentioned it to the others, but they seemed skeptical. "It's just a broken mirror, Daemon," George said. "Don't worry about it."

But Daemon couldn't let it go. He started researching the Mirror of Shadows, pouring over ancient texts and seeking out whispers of rumors.

And then, he stumbled upon a hidden passage in an ancient tome. "The Mirror of Shadows is not just a simple mirror," it read. "It is a gateway to the Shadow Realm, a dimension of dark magic and ancient power."

Daemon's heart skipped a beat. Could it be true? Was the mirror more than just a tool for Professor Ravenwood's dark magic?

He showed the passage to Professor Rosebird, who looked grave. "This changes everything," she said. "We need to tell the Headmaster."

But as they approached the Headmaster's office, they found him acting strangely. He seemed nervous and on edge, glancing over his shoulder as if he feared being watched.

"Headmaster, what's wrong?" Professor Rosebird asked.

He hesitated before speaking in a low tone. "I've been receiving strange messages, warnings of an ancient evil returning. I fear we are on the brink of something terrible."

Daemon's heart raced. The mirror's message, the Headmaster's warnings... it was all connected.

And then, just as they were about to leave, a loud crash echoed from the hallway. The team rushed out to find a group of shadowy figures, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy.

"The true darkness has begun," one of them hissed, before they vanished into thin air.

The team stood there, frozen in shock. What was happening? And what lay ahead?

Professor Rosebird's eyes locked onto Daemon's, her gaze piercing. "I have something to tell you, Daemon," she said, her voice low and measured. "Something about your past that will change everything."

Daemon's heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, his mind racing with possibilities. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Professor Rosebird took a deep breath before speaking. "You're not just any student, Daemon. You're the last living heir of the ancient Shadow Weavers."

The words hung in the air like a challenge, and Daemon felt his world tilt on its axis. "What does that mean?" he asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Professor Rosebird's expression turned grave. "It means you have a crucial role to play in the battle against the darkness. The Shadow Weavers were an ancient order of powerful witches who wielded the shadows to maintain balance and order in the world. But they were thought to be extinct, wiped out by a great calamity centuries ago."

Daemon's mind reeled as he tried to process the revelation. "But I'm not a Shadow Weaver," he protested. "I'm just a student."

Professor Rosebird's eyes flashed with intensity. "You may not know it, Daemon, but you have the blood of the Shadow Weavers coursing through your veins. And with that comes a destiny you cannot escape."

As she spoke, the room seemed to grow darker, as if the shadows themselves were closing in. Daemon felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized the weight of his newfound heritage.

"What do I have to do?" he asked, his voice firm.

Professor Rosebird's expression turned determined. "You must learn to harness your powers, Daemon. The darkness is coming, and only you can stop it."

As Daemon struggled to come to terms with his newfound destiny, he found solace in the one person who had been by his side throughout the ordeal - Amber.

One evening, as they walked through the deserted corridors of the school, Amber turned to him with a concerned expression. "Daemon, are you okay? You've been so distant since Professor Rosebird told you about your heritage."

Daemon sighed, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he gazed into Amber's empathetic eyes. "I don't know, Amber. I feel like my whole world has been turned upside down."

Amber's hand brushed against his, sending a spark of warmth through his body. "You're not alone, Daemon. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Daemon smiled slightly, feeling a sense of comfort in her presence. "Thanks, Amber. Just being around you makes me feel better."

Amber's face lit up with a gentle smile. "I'm glad I can help. You're important to me, Daemon."

Daemon's heart skipped a beat at her words. He looked at Amber, seeing the kindness and care in her eyes, and felt a deep connection to her.

As they continued walking, Daemon realized that he was happy to have Amber by his side. He felt a sense of peace and comfort in her presence, and he knew that he could face whatever lay ahead with her as his friend... and maybe something more.

(End of Chapter 5 : Figures)

Ahh... this is short and I am short, maybe next time it will not be short

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