Lyra

I walked through the Quad, the line of people wishing me good luck stretching all the way to the clearing. The cheers and smiles filled me with a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time. Sure, the closer I got to the clearing, the more the sneers and jeers started to appear, but I didn't let them get to me. I focused on the positive, on the people who believed in me, on the journey that had brought me here.

I remembered a time, not so long ago, when Vivian had been at her ...