7AuraMusic from the Announcer’s trumpet echoed through the Dome. Aura walked through the halls, making her way toward Mr. Duthun’s classroom. The image of her Fate paper, crumpled, and the edges darkening as the flames lapped at them burned her eyes. I can change my Fate. She focused on those words as she entered the Teaching Hall, pushing through a few students rushing in the opposite direction.
A tall Inhira with white hair and radiant pale blue skin stepped in front of Aura.
“Excuse me,” Aura said and moved to step around them.
They repositioned themselves in front of Aura, staring at her with large, wide eyes. “Mr. Duthun and Gossamer are expecting you,” they said with a heavenly voice barely above a whisper. They motioned for Aura to follow.
Aura watched the Inhira walk away. Thei
