Three days before her father's execution, Kintovar presented Vartan with a set of schematics spread out on their makeshift workbench. The diagrams depicted intricate designs for what seemed like artificial humans, a fusion of teology and magic.

  Vartan, with his weary but still brilliant eyes, studied the schematitently. The designs bore a resembo his own work on robotic maes, but there was something different about them, something that touched upon a deeper e between sd the human spirit.

  He looked up at Kintovar with curiosity and . "Is this what you want to create, my dear? Artificial humans?"

  Kintovar hesitated for a moment, her thoughts rag. She khat her father had always been passionate about the potential of teology, but she also uood the risks and moral dilemmas involved iing artificial life. The schematics represented a vergence of her own vision.

  With a fired up look in her eyes, Kintovar nodded. "Yes, Father. I believe in the power of teology to ge our world, to ge the standards of this Academy and to give us a fighting ce. These artificial humans be more than just maes; they be our allies, our protectors. They help us escape from this pce."

  Vartan looked ed as he delved into Kintovar's ambitious project. His weary eyes showcased the struggle they endured and the impending execution hung over them like a dark cloud.

  He leaned closer to the schematics, examining the designs with a critical eye. “Replig magical energy is no small feat," he remarked with caution and curiosity. "Even for someone of your teical capabilities, that’s not something you easily do in the slightest. That’s going to be the most intense level of difficulty. And acquiring a soul... Hahaha! That’s a realm of teical prowess that few dare to explore. You truly do have some impressive ideas!"

  Kintovar nodded, aowledging the immense plexities involved.

  "I know it won't be easy, Father, but I've been studying both teology and magid I believe there's a way te the gap between them. If we harhe essence of that and i into these artificial beings, they could possess the power we o escape."

  Vartan remained silent for a moment, lost in thought. Then he looked down towards Kintovar. “Haha! You've always had a unique way of seeing the world! If anyone make this vision e to life, it's going to be you. Just ohing. Don’t work on this alone. Show this to your partner. You two will work on this together.”

  Kintovar met with her partner in their dimly lit er of the makeshift living space they shared. The room was filled with the remnants of their previous creations, a testament to their shared dreams and struggles.

  Her Partner had bubblegum-colored hair framing her fad wore a worn-out pink dress. She was Kintovar's closest panion in this bleak world of the Magical Academy, atat to Kintovar was evident in the way she g to her whehey had a moment together.

  Kintovar spreaded out the schemati the makeshift workbench. The girl watched with eager curiosity, her eyes filled with a childlike wonder despite their dire circumstances.

  "Kintovar, what's this?" She asked with a big smile ing towards her face.

  Kintovar smiled gently at her partner,

  "This, Haras," Kintan while carrying a sense of purpose ione, "is a way for us to fight back, to challehe norms of this Academy. These schematics depict the creation of artificial humans—beings that blend teology and magic. They could be our allies, our protectors, and the key to our escape."

  Haras listened ily, her eyes widening with amazement while grasping the significe of Kintovar's vision.

  "Creating them won't be easy," Kintovar tinued, "but I believe that together, with your help and your unique abilities, we make it happen. We'll o find a way to ihem with the essend give them the power to challehe mages who rule over us."

  Haras nodded, her trust in Kintovar unwavering. She reached out and hugged Kinthtly.

  "Yes. Yes,yess!!!! You are a genius, and so am I! With both of our minds, we’ll carry this world on our back with our teology ung off to face even the evil sun itself!”Haras whispered with excitemeing her voice get louder on each word.

  “Sheesh keep it down, Haras. You don’t want to alert everyone on the pn.”

  Haras then lowered her eyes. "We'll ge our fate, and no one will ever tear us apart."

  1 day ter..

  Kintovar stood in their dimly lit living space, surrounded by the schematid the faint remnants of their all-nighter's progress. She watched as Haras slept soundly on a makeshift bed. Her bubblegum-colored hair cascaded around her, and even in her slumber, she muttered words of encement and amazement in her high-pitched tone.

  "Kintovar, that's fantastic..."

  Kintovar couldn't help but smile at her partner's enthusiasm, knowing that their ambitious project had taken signifit strides forward during the long night they had spent w together. She gently covered Haras with a tattered b, ensuring her partner's fort before leaving her side.

  However, the peace of the moment was shattered when a high-ranking mage eheir living space. The mage's authoritative presence sent a jolt of ahrough Kintovar.

  “Prisoners, line up! I have an annouo make.”

  Everyone followed the orders. Kintovar joihe prisoners, her heart pounded with fear. What could have prompted su abrupt annou?

  A high mage stood before the assembly.

  "There has been a mix-up," he decred, his words sending shockwaves through the crowd. "A grievous error on our part. The individual who was scheduled for execution in two days is not Vartan, but Varta."

  Kintovar's heart seemed to stop for a moment with the news now sinking in as if she was stabbed in the chest. It’s her oion?

  Vartan, Kintovar's father, was quick to raise objes as anger surged within him.

  "This is eous!" Vartan spoke with a thunderous fury. His e hair seeming to fre with iy. "You dare to py with our lives like this? It's an affront to all sense of justid decy! Everything on this acursed isnd is backwards, and this error is just another example of your inpetence!"

  The other prisoners, who had gathered to hear the annou, murmured their agreement with Vartan's words.

  The high mage attempted tain trol of the situation. His face shifted from stern authority to a more calg demeanor as he sidered the implications of the error.

  "If any of you have pints or s about this little mistake, I suggest you take them up with the headmaster herself. She will be appearing shortly to address the matter."

  The prisoners exged worried gheir fear mingled with a sense of powerlessness. The thought of fag the headmaster, the ultimate authority within the Magical Academy, was a daunting prospect.

  Shortly after, as if summoned by the high mage's words, the headmaster herself appeared in their dimly lit living space. Her presence was anding, her aura exuding an air of unwavering authority.

  “Did I hear you say ‘pints’?" she remarked with a cold, dismissive tone. "What use are ‘pints’ from those without magic? You were all brought here because you ck the very essehat defihe Magical Academy. You are anomalies, aberrations, and as such, you serve no purpose within our ranks. You were bound to be eliminated sooner or ter. One by one, you will be executed. Someohout it is nothing but a burden to this institution."

  “NO! That's Enough!" Kintovar shouted cutting through the oppressive atmosphere of the room.

  "You speak of magic as if it's the only measure of a person's worth," Kintovar tinued. "But there is more to us than the magic we possess or ck. We are not anomalies or burdens; we are individuals with dreams, hopes, and the potential to defy the norms you impose. That’s why you want to eliminate us, isn’t it?!"

  The headmaster regarded Kintovar with a cold, calg gaze, seemingly unfazed by her defiance. "You may have dreams, but those dreams are irrelevant in the face of our standards aren’t they? Magic is the very essence of our society and those without it have no pce within our ranks."

  Kintovar's father watched the frontatioween his daughter and the headmaster with a hand up to his and his mouth slightly opened. He khe risks of standing up to the headmaster but he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at Kintovar's ce.

  Kintovar retorted, "Our worth should not be determined solely by our abilities. We have talents, skills, and potential that extend beyond your narrow definition. We tribute to society in our own way, with or without magic."

  The headmaster remained unyielding, but there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "You are a bold one, ‘Varta’. But boldness alone will not ge your fate. You voice your objes, but it won't alter the reality of your situation."

  The headmaster began to walk away. Kintovar couldn't bear to let her have the final word. Her anger burned and she took a step forward.

  “Oh yeah? Well guess what?! I have something to say about your a—“

  But before she could chase after the headmaster, her father Vartan grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

  "Varta, it's not worth it," Vartan whispered urgently. "Challenging the headmaster like this... it puts you at great risk."

  Kintaze wavered between her father and the retreating figure of the headmaster. Her heart ached with frustration and the burning desire to stand up for what she believed i, she khat her father's words held wisdom.

  In the small and dim living space they called home, Kintovar whispered to her father.

  "One day, Father. One day that woman will pay for her cruelty. I won't accept this fate. We won’t accept this fate. Don’t you feel the same way? This is ridiculous! These people clearly think they trol us and discard us easily, but i’ll find a way to escape my execution and I'll defy the norms of this Academy! “

  "I will stand by your side, Varta," Vartan decred, "No one will take you away from me. We'll find a way to escape this pce, and together, we'll challehe norms of this Academy."

  On the day of the execution, Kintovar stood in the chamber. Her heart pounded with fear and fusion. She could barely remember the events that led up to the day of her execution.

  ‘What... what happened? I 't piece it all together. Why did Father go against everything we pnned?’

  ‘Stay calm, Kintovar. We o focus and try to make sense of what happened. We knoere w on a project, something important. And Haras... she was with us, right?’

  ‘Yes, she was. But then... I 't remember. It's all so jumbled. Did we get caught? Did Father betray us?’

  ‘It's possible, but we 't jump to clusions. We o remember as much as we . Try to piece it together, step by step.’

  Kintovar closed her eyes, trying to summon the memories that felt like distant echoes in her mind. She could recall the schematics, the te-night discussions, and her drive to challehe norms of the Academy. But beyond that, there was a fog of uainty.

  ‘We were w on the project... artificial humans. Father approved, and we involved Haras. We fihe base models, and hid them well, but then... somethi wrong. Father... he frohe headmaster. He... he challenged her…buy why…’

  Kintovar felt a cold, creeping dread settle in her chest. The pieces of the puzzle fell into pce, and the reason for her fragmented memories became painfully clear.

  'Now it makes sense…I'm dying... that's why my memories are slipping away. It's not just the fear or fusion; it's the end drawing near.'

  The revetion pressed down upon her like a suffog shroud. She knew she had only a limited amount of time left and the memories slipped away like grains of sand through an hss.

  'My mind…I ’t think straight. What do I do now?'