Their weapons shimmered in the early light—sharp swords, sleek spears, carefully strung bows, and ornate staffs. Some students held their weapons tightly, while others let them rest comfortably on their backs or hips.
Kael stood toward the edge of the gathering. He wasn't trying to hide—but he wasn't trying to be seen either.
All around him, students whispered and murmured:
Some were excited, smiling with energy as their warm breath curled into the chilly air.
Others looked focused, silently mouthing spells or going over battle tactics in their minds.
A few glanced at Kael with quiet curiosity but quickly looked away.
Suddenly, someone walked toward him.
It was Cecelia.
She moved through the crowd with a gentle presence that seemed to calm those near her.
When other students saw her moving towards Kael, they were jealous.
Her smile was soft, kind—as if she was used to comforting others.
She stopped beside him and turned slightly, her voice low and warm.
