Chapter 2: The Guiding Light
Lor's grin was barely concealed as he leaned against Eva's desk, his hazel eyes glinting with mischief.
"How?" she demanded, crossing her arms, which only accentuated her curves. "How could you possibly help me with math? You're the class loser."
Lor's grin didn't falter. He straightened, adopting a serious tone, though his mind raced with the ridiculous plan forming.
"It's a secret," he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You can't tell anyone. I have a... special magical ability. A bloodline power called 'The Guiding Light.'"
Eva's brows furrowed, her bow quivering as she tilted her head. "The Guiding Light? Never heard of it. Sounds like something you made up to sound cool."
Lor chuckled, unfazed. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. "It's rare. My grandfather discovered it, passed it down through our family. He was a wandering mage, helping the hopeless with his gift. It's not in any academy records because it's... unconventional."
She rolled her eyes, but curiosity flickered in her gaze. "If you've got some fancy power, why aren't you using it on yourself? Why're you stuck in Class D, flunking like the rest of us?"
"Simple," Lor said, his tone smooth as silk.
"The Guiding Light only works on others. My grandfather's vision was to uplift those in need, not to selfishly boost himself. It's a power of guidance, not personal gain." He fought back a smirk. The lie was so absurdly perfect, he almost believed it himself.
Eva's suspicion didn't waver. "Okay, so what is this Guiding Light? What does it do?"
Lor paused for effect, letting the silence build tension.