Willow
Almost Two Years Later
"But I don't want to wait until next year to enroll! I will be eighteen in a month - surely you can accept me as a student at the Magic Academy?!"
The principal, a little elf with glasses and a long beard, sinks back into his seat, looking nervous as I glare down at him with my hands planted on his desk. At first, I don't think he will answer me. He doesn't seem to be very brave, and I can already see that we won't get along.
"M-miss Angello," he stutters. "W-we usually don't accept students who have not yet turned eighteen. It's a rule we have in place for everyone's safety. But I understand your eagerness to learn, and I will make an exception for you. However, I must warn you that the subjects at the Academy are rigorous and challenging, and not everyon
