THIRTEEN
It still hurt to breathe. Lynnalin felt the scar on her chest and sighed. Looking out her window, she saw a city in celebration. Despite the damage left and lives lost, the people were happy to be alive. Taking her bag, she looked back on her room one last time and closed the door. Her room at the mage academy had been her home a long time, but it was time to leave. The headmaster was shocked when she told him. Everyone assumed she would continue her studies after the Queen’s assignment. She was an excellent student and one of the more powerful wizards at the school or in the city.
But her heart wasn’t in it anymore. She stayed so long because it seemed important to learn as much as she could. Now, very few things seemed truly important. She couldn’t sit in a classroom and discu
