SOMA
The wind stings my eyes. I stand there, staring at the car that vanishes behind a set of tall, black gates. My chest grows heavy with the certainty that I don’t belong here. But returning to the palace isn’t an option.
Sienna already thinks I’m spineless. I won’t let Lilith or the king think they made the wrong choice. So, I put one foot in front of the other, closing the gap between me and the gates that ease open as if in welcome.
No one questions me as I step into the compound. Despite my morning starting so horribly, I can’t help but pause to take it in. The buildings here are massive, tall enough to scrape the sky, with their white stone walls gleaming beneath the soft morning light.
This is Shadowspire Royal Academy.
Five towering structures wrap around a grander one at
