As soon as I set foot on Academy ground, the sounds rushed back and noises from everywhere filled the air. The clatter of supply crates being wheeled in, the rustling of uniforms, the stomping of feet. The site was active and roaring but not alive. There was no laughter, no joy. Everyone passing us had a serious grimace on their face as they marched along, not daring to stray from their formation. While everything seemed to be going well, there was quiet tension brewing underneath it all, waiting for the right moment to be released and explode. I could feel it tingling in the air.
I exchanged another look with Flavia as we continued forward as part of the group. We were well past the gates and about to walk into the Academy. A handful of Ravens stood guard at the entrance and halted the t
