Iridian
It was the wild magic that sent fear skittering through me.
Apollo stepped back, standing beside the man who represented Day. Night came forward, eyeing the room as the silent murmurs ceased. Something about Night was alluring. His eyes were a startling shade of silver, like the luminous stars that hung in the sky, or the moon that casted light down on the world. His jet-black hair was all the same length, slicked over the side of his head. The hairstyle reminded me of a successful business man, though there was nothing ordinary about the man who represented Night.
"It is my pleasure to review a few rules before you all begin." Night spoke, and the deep sound of his musical voice hushed even
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