Aizere's Point of View
I stood in front of the tall, silver-framed mirror in my room, staring at a girl I barely recognized. I had traded my oversized hoodies for a dark, form-fitting suit made of a material that shimmered like raven feathers. The outfit was sleek and tight, hugging every curve and allowing me to move with a lethal kind of grace. High, reinforced boots reached my knees, and a silver belt sat low on my hips, holding the sheaths for my training tools. I looked powerful, a bit dangerous, and for the first time, I looked like I belonged in a world of legends. I reached into my sleeve and gripped the training wand Alaric had provided, watching my reflection. "I can do this." I whispered.
The transition from the quiet of my room to the bustling energy of the training hall was
