A young lady with long, snow-white hair that cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall stood in the center of a clearing, surrounded on all sides by tense, wary students. Her pale complexion gleamed under the soft light filtering through the trees, and her glacial blue eyes remained unreadable, cold, and serene.
One would expect someone in her position—encircled and vastly outnumbered—to show fear, or at least concern. But the reality was the complete opposite. The nervous shifting of feet, the shallow breaths, the trembling hands gripping weapons—none of these belonged to her. It was the students who surrounded her who looked ready to crumble.
