Leah groaned as her phone buzzed relentlessly on her bedside table. The sun wasn’t even up, and she had barely begun her week off from the grueling three weeks of training. Rubbing her eyes, she picked up the call.
“Dr. Leah Raven,” came the voice of Dr. Esme from the infirmary, sharp but laced with urgency. “A battle has broken out. Prince Issath has already joined the frontlines. You’re being called in for observation.”
Leah’s sleep-addled mind jolted awake. “An army vehicle is on its way to pick you up. You’re to head to the Crimson Lands immediately.” Dr.Esme ordered.
Leah’s stomach churned. The Crimson Lands. She’d read about them—an expanse of blood-hued terrain, rich with Crimstone, a dangerous mineral both the Kingdom of Everon and the Kingdom of Sylvaris had waged war over for
