Ember Academy
"This isn't only about learning to control your fire, Sera. It's about surviving long enough to matter. There are records, somewhere in this academy, that still remember her true name. If we could find them, you'd understand your own power far better than I can teach you in a practice yard."
"Where would we even look."
Oren glanced toward the old stone tower rising at the far edge of the academy grounds, dark windows, ivy climbing the walls in places that hadn't been trimmed in years.
"The restricted library," he said quietly. "Which is exactly as dangerous to enter as it sounds, and exactly where we're going to have to go if you want the truth instead of a lesson."