But the Academy…would it have a way to bring something like that out in me? And if so…what form would my magic take?
My imagination spins as I consider the possibilities as I soap myself down and I smile a little, staring to feel, finally, like myself again. I even hum to myself a little bit, carried away by how good this feels.
Of course, the feeling is short lived because just as I set the soap aside and splash a handful of water up against my face, a voice rings out behind me.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
And I gasp, spinning and instinctually dipping low into the pool so that I’m up to my chin in the opaque water, staring up at the dark figure standing at the edge of the pool. I push myself away from him through the water, terrified but unable to see who it is –
But as I
