Sunlight spills through the wide glass panes of my bedroom, painting the wooden floor in soft hues of gold.
The muffled sounds of morning fill the cabin. Birds are chirping, you can hear the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen, and Zephyr's unmistakable voice booming from somewhere downstairs.
I blink against the light, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as the events of the previous day come rushing back. Dragons. Glozaria. The first day of our second year at Hero Academy.
When I sit up, I notice Ivy's side of the bed is already neatly made, her pajamas folded atop the duvet. She must've been up for a while. Ivy must really be excited for the first day.
I force myself out of bed, quickly throwing on a nice cloak. I brush my teeth, run a hand through my hair, grab my bag, and head downstairs.
