My feet hit solid ground and the weight of the poisoned chain fell off me. My wings folded into my back and with a hiss, the clouds of the Veil pulled away to reveal a sight for sore eyes. My room. The dark sheets of my bed, Pickles’ cage, and four other people with smiles that mimicked the joy I felt.
“We’re back!” Sim exclaimed, the first to break free from the chain and dance around. He pumped his fist into the air and jumped with more energy than I’d ever seen from him. “Yesss, we’re back!”
“We made it,” Flavia grinned. She pulled the silver from her wrist, but didn’t seem bothered by the raw wounds. “Well done, Ylva.”
“I did my best,” I replied, pride swelling in my chest. I did it.
It had seemed so hopeless at times, but that was all over now. We were back in the Academy, alive
