Kamira pulled up the hood of her cloak long before she left the Towers. She kept her hands hidden in the sleeves and made her way through the winding stairways and corridors at a quick pace. It was so late in the evening that most students and teachers had already retired, and she could hope that no one would recognize the first archmage in her. Where she was going, no one should know.
Out of the Towers and onto the winding road leading down to the city, Kamira refrained from looking over her shoulder. Even if a spy lurked nearby, ready to follow her, the time to lose any unwanted eyes would be down in Kaighal, among many narrow alleys she knew so well. Regret stained her thoughts. She was the first archmage now, and no matter what the future brought, she would never be free to walk the s
