Elaria

Fifty years ago

Ever since the start of my fourth-level semester, I’d basically drowned myself in thick spellbooks. A low-level water-element Surge Practitioner at Lorkgard Academy like me didn’t exactly have many chances to build a social life with all the fancy sorcerer students around here.

I was walking as fast as I could toward the library when—bam—my steps stopped dead. Someone yanked the collar of my robe from behind, hard enough to nearly choke me.

“Oi, where d’you ...