Lyra

I walked to a secluded clearing past the Quad, far away from prying eyes. It was early morning, and few wolves were about. The grass was still damp with dew, and the air smelled fresh and crisp. Birds chirped in the trees, their songs echoing through the quiet forest.

I reveled in the quietness and solitude. It was a welcome change from the constant buzz of activity at the university. I took a deep breath, letting the peacefulness wash over me. For a moment, I could ...