Before I knew it, my knuckles had made contact with the healer's cheek. He was sturdier than I'd expected. He staggered, but recovered his balance quickly, rubbing his jaw where a small bruise had surfaced.
I was barefoot, the cold floor prickling my feet. Niko was already next to me, grabbing my arm and trying to soothe my temper. My chest rose and fall at the burning anger that ignited inside me.
How could this healer get to say when I could use my magic? Surely he did not know me! By assuming I needed a year until I could summon flames, he insulted me greatly.
And there was the chill of fear, that what he'd said was true. That I truly had to wait a year. And what of the Grand Games? It was less than a few months away. I would never miss it for the whole world. Only senior students got to participate, and the results of the tournament would have a hand in dictating a student's future.
