All Chapters of (Eidolon Academy Year 1) - Trial of Flame: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rowyn POVI blinked at Aster like she'd just summoned a kraken in the middle of my floor. "So what is this fucking ceremony?""The House Sorting Ceremony," she repeated, sipping her Coke like this was perfectly normal and not a complete nightmare in the making. "This Friday. We all get assigned based on our magic and traits. You know...fire, air, earth, water, shadow... The whole big ancestral cosmic destiny drama."I groaned and flopped backward onto my cloud of pillows. "I hate dressing up. I hate ceremonies. I hate people watching me. I especially hate ceremonial dresses made of itchy glitter doom."Aster giggled, kicking her feet in the air. "It's not that bad. I mean, unless you trip going up the platform stairs and flash everyone your underwear..."I shot up. "That's a thing that could happen!?"She snorted. "It did happen. Last year. Still iconic.""I swear to the gods," I muttered, "Why the fuck is this happening? I was almost executed a week ago and now I have to do fashion s

Rowyn Vale POV BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.What the actual…?!Before I could even groan, the mattress tilted and dumped me right on my ass. I let out a low moan, tangled in my blanket like a damn burrito, while the castle lights flickered cheerfully.“Rude,” I muttered, prying myself off the floor.My eyes darted to the clock.7:30.“FUCK!” I shot to my feet. “Class starts in thirty minutes!”I lurched toward the bathroom like a half dead zombie and slammed a toothbrush into my mouth, scrubbing like I was on a mission. My reflection looked like death mated with chaos and left their lovechild smeared across my face.As I fumbled for my makeup bag, I muttered around the toothbrush, “Wouldn’t it be fucking amazing if I could just snap my fingers and my makeup and hair....”The air shimmered around me like heat off pavement. I froze mid sentence, spit into the sink, and gaped at the mirror.Oh. My. Gods.My hair had been styled into perfect soft waves, pulled back on one side with silver skull pin

Rowyn POVAfter lunch, we were still buzzing from Thistle's surprise "I might be fetching you a magical creature companion" moment. Kyren couldn't stop smiling. Aster was practically vibrating with excitement. And me? I felt... light. Like for the first time in forever, maybe I belonged somewhere."So," I said, brushing crumbs off my lap, "we've got the whole afternoon free. Where to?"Kyren glanced out one of the grand arched windows. "There's a whole enchanted forest on the east side, right? Supposed to be full of whispering trees and magical creatures."Aster perked up. "I've heard the animals talk, but only to people they like."I raised a brow. "So basically, it's like high school but leafier."We grabbed our things and headed out. The castle's courtyard was like something out of a storybook, lush blooms in every shade imaginable, bees lazily drifting, and stone benches nestled like secrets under flowering trees. It smelled like magic and moonlight and everything good.Two arched

Rowyn POVThistle zipped frantic little circles above my head, her wings buzzing with anxiety. She’d been quiet since I got back, but now she wrung her tiny hands like a nervous hummingbird.“I’m gonna go to the Nymph Court,” she said suddenly, her voice hushed. “See if Mama knows anything about the Obsidian Accord.”I wiped my nose on my sleeve and gave a weak nod. “Okay. Be careful, Thistle.”She hovered a second longer like she didn’t want to leave me, then gave a tiny bow. “Back soon, heir.” And with a soft pop, she vanished in a shimmer of golden dust.I collapsed backward on my bed, tears leaking into my pillow, the silence around me loud as hell. I didn’t know how much time passed, minutes? hours?, but I was still a wreck when the knock came.I sat up, my eyes puffy and heart racing. “I told you to mind your fucking business, Zephyr!” I yelled as I stormed to the door and yanked it open, fire in my veins....Only to freeze.Aster and Kyren stood there, wide-eyed. Each of them f

Rowyn POV I woke up expecting the wrath of the hangover gods to slam me into oblivion. But… nothing.No pounding head. No pukey gut. Not even cottonmouth. Just warm blankets, the smell of leftover pizza, and a soft buzz of magic humming around me.I blinked up at the ceiling, squinting. “Was that you?” I whispered.The lights flickered once...like a wink.I smirked. “Thanks, Vaerion.”Before I could even stretch, Thistle was right in my face. Literally nose to nose, her wings flapping with manic energy.“Oh my goddess, finally! I’ve been sitting here forever just waiting for you to wake up! You wouldn’t believe what my mama told me!”I groaned and sat up, my hair wild, still in yesterday’s clothes. “Thistle, it’s like seven in the morning...”“She said the Obsidian Accord are lying asshats!” she blurted, ignoring me entirely. “They hate godbloods and apparently everyone thinks you’re the god killer heir, which means you’ll have all thirteen powers and can bring the whole damn system