*Ariella*
The first lessons of the day whirls past in a blur of enchantments and magical theory, leaving my head spinning with more questions than answers. Exiting the classroom, I clutch my books to my chest, feeling the weight of unfamiliarity in this fantastical world.
Thalia chats animatedly beside me about the intricacies of Dryad history and magic, but to be honest my thoughts wander, the class having spurred more wonder and I am still trying to piece together why I'm here, among beings of magic, when I'm just… ordinary.
As we round a corner, I feel a bump, and a voice, sharp yet melodious, cuts through the din of students. "Watch where you're going!" It's a girl, her voice tinged with an accent I can't place, standing with an armful of books that are now scattered on the floor.
