THE CROWN THEY HID FROM ME
She could barely make sparks appear in her village.
The instructor, a tall man with silver hair and eyes that seemed to pierce through thought, stepped forward. “Welcome, students, to your first practical magic lesson. Today, you will summon your familiar energy.”
Aera blinked. Familiar energy? She had no idea what that meant.
Other students raised their hands, chanting incantations with precision. Light shot from their fingers—sparks, fire, orbs of color. Aera tried to mimic them, but nothing happened.
Her cheeks burned. She felt the eyes of every student on her. Even Kael’s calm gaze felt like pressure.