Xavi Blackwood’s POV
The student council office was unusually quiet.
I liked it that way.
It allowed me to organize the reports scattered across my desk.
The upcoming events of the academy, the rankings of our students, training schedules, and more were all sorted according to their importance to me.
Being the Student President of the Blackthorn Academy was quite the responsibility.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Enter," I called.
One of the messengers entered my office.
"President Blackwood," he said respectfully.
I gave him my full attention.
"The Elder requests your presence."
I set aside the report I was reviewing.
"When?"
"Immediately."
That was all the explanation I needed.
The Elders did not request an audience without reason.
I followed the messenger from the room a
