THE NEXT CLASS WAS one of my new favourites. Scrying.
The gift of “seeing” that my mother thought I had.
We’d only done a few theoretical classes so far, but today we were learning the “mystical use of a crystal ball.”
“Some of you will think this is gobbledy g**k, others will get great power from harnessing this skill. It is not for everyone, but as it is compulsory in your syllabus, you all must learn a little.”
I nodded along as the lecturer walked around the classroom and placed a crystal ball in front of every single one of us.
This class I didn’t share with any of my friends, so I sat up the front, by myself.
It was very peaceful.
“Hey, Legacy! Make sure you don’t see any Fae in that ball of yours,” some guy called from behind me.
I rolled my eyes and smiled up at the teacher
