As quickly as life unrooted at the Academy, it fell just as easily back into place. Whether the rumours were true or not, something had happened and the teachers were back at their posts. Classes were no longer cancelled and the chaos organised itself. But even with their return, our curriculum was still warped.
Not that I minded.
I bounded excitedly through the hallway, eager for my first key-making class. Something they usually reserved for the second year, but according to Professor Brynhild, we’d all benefit from starting early.
“I’m excited,” I said to Aellyn.
She looked back at me, her pink hair just as bright as always. “That’s good. What are the keys for again?”
“For the Gates of Valhalla?” I stared at her. Why didn’t she know that? Our entire career, our life would revolve a
