~YULIA.

I felt a tingle on my skin as soon as I entered the ancient library of the academy.

It was unusually cold and every breath that I took, I could see the mist. One thing that was very peculiar to me was that there was no librarian to ask for directions.

As if the library could read my thoughts, I found myself in an aisle of books on the topic of light. I saw many books that piqued my interest.

I saw books on werewolves, I saw books on witches and I saw books on humans. I was about to ...