First Day of Classes
The classroom was larger than she'd expected.
Rows of desks faced a massive blackboard that seemed to be made of polished obsidian, and the walls were lined with shelves holding ancient-looking books and strange artifacts—skulls, weapons, objects she couldn't name. Floating orbs hovered near the ceiling, casting soft light over everything.
Students were already seated, their conversations dying as Elowen stepped inside.
She felt their eyes on her immediately.
The same awareness. The same unsettling attention.
She found an empty seat near the back and sat down quickly, her hands gripping the edge of the desk.
The teacher entered a moment later.
Professor Olga.
She was tall and severe, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, her robes dark and perfectly tailored. H
