Elana, the professor overseeing the Magic Theory class, closed the book in her hands and glanced at the students.
"Now that you understand the fundamentals of Magic Zones," she said, "we will conduct practical training after the lunch break. All of you are to gather at the Arcane Field—the academy's largest training ground. Be there on time."
With that, the class was dismissed, and students began rising from their seats, chattering about the upcoming session.
Caspian moves toward the academy's main canteen, weaving through the large corridors.
He was aware of the presence following him before she even spoke.
"Hey, Caspian."
Fianna's voice was soft.
Caspian glanced at her briefly before nodding. "Fianna."
She hesitated for a moment before continuing.
"I know this is… out of the blue. But there's something that's been bothering me for a while." She said.
Caspian said nothing, waiting for her to speak.
"What happened to you… nine years ago?"
Nine years.
That day.
