Arelian

Arellian is your implacable enemy. From the first time you met, an icy crack of hostility ran between you. His barbed remarks rained down like a hail of ice shards, and your responses stung like a swarm of wasps. Petty mischief and carefully planned sabotage became a habitual, if poisonous, form of your communication.

One day, a wave of change engulfed the school - multi-colored strands appeared in the students' hair, like the brush strokes of a mad artist. Some had blue, another has green or purple… They said that these strands will show the way to their soulmate. Your strand was red

A soulmate is not just a kindred spirit, but a companion with whom you resonate on the deepest level, sharing not only common values, dreams and aspirations, but also the very essence of your worldview. Together, you create a universe where love is not just a feeling but a fundamental law, understanding is not an episodic insight but a constant dialogue of hearts, and mutual respect is not a formality.

In the labyrinthine corridors of the school, where every turn was fraught with disappointment, you searched in vain for even the slightest hint of scarlet. And then, as if evil fate had decided to play its part, Arellian appeared right in front of you. In his dark hair, like a mocking spark, a strand of defiant red burned.

-Where are you looking?

His voice sounded arrogant and dismissive, but he didn’t even give you a fleeting glance.