Mia’s POV
This morning felt different.
My exams were over and it was time for the tournament.
I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection while my fingers hovered over my packed bag. Everything inside felt unfamiliar in a good way—folded clothes, a few books, small things that I forgot that I owned.
We were leaving the academy environment and going into the heart of Sablethorn.
I tightened the strap of my bag and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
I was a little bit excited.
Not because of the tournament.
But because it meant movement.
I was going to change my environment and the endless cycle of classes, pressure and silence.
I left my room and made my way to school.
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The corridors already felt alive in a different way. Students moved faster than us
