Elaria
Fifty years ago
Ever since the start of my fourth-level semester, I’d basically drowned myself in thick spellbooks. A low-level water-element Surge Practitioner at Lorkgard Academy like me didn’t exactly have many chances to build a social life with all the fancy sorcerer students around here.
I was walking as fast as I could toward the library when—bam—my steps stopped dead. Someone yanked the collar of my robe from behind, hard enough to nearly choke me.
“Oi, where d’you think you’re running off to, you freak?”
Selina’s voice rang out loud and sharp. Behind her stood Mara and Jane, her loyal little lapdogs.
I lowered my hands, bracing myself for whatever s**t they were about to pull.
“The library,” I said, keeping my voice as calm as I could.
“Where’s the thesis on Wihnar
