[She has two choices here. She can keep staring at this damn sword, selling on what it means, and worrying about the shadow of a boy who should have it right now—-

Or, she can set it down gently. She can turn to Wu.]

Alfea isnt just for fairies. It also trains specialists—- warriors, to protect the realm from monsters and other threats. This is the sword that each one is given, to do just that.

The question isn’t what. The question is whose.

This should be with Sky. [This sword belonged to the one who both fought against, and protected Solaria’s most treasured monster. Stella, herself.

She sets it back down. She turns to him, and without asking, throws herself into Wu’s arms.

In Sky’s arms, she’d always lost herself. Blocked out everything, and everyone else, simply because it was too painful. She’d let him protect her, shield her from everything, including herself. That was what he did. He picked up her pieces, and tried to gather them together. The son of the most powerful specialist, protecting the daughter of the most powerful fairy.

With Wu, it was something different entirely. They stood on equal footing, literally. And while Stella had lost herself in Sky’s arms, it was in Wu’s that she found herself.]