Elaria

Time is the most ruthless spell of all. Since that day in the Emerald Earth pack, I locked away every memory of Mary Ann.

I chose a quiet path, dedicating my life entirely to Lorkgard—the highest magical academy, the last stronghold of our magic’s purity. Here, I was no longer the weepy Elaria.

Here, I was Professor Vaelwyn, Head of the Composite Alchemy Department.

This morning, the laboratory hall reeked of lead and mercury—sharp, biting scents. Far better than the smell of damp ...