Soon, Melisa stood before a group of mages, trying not to fidget under their intense gazes.
She couldn't quite see their faces. It was dark in the room, exceptionally dark, but she could feel their eyes on her.
They all seemed human, and they all carried an air of power and authority that made Melisa feel tiny.
[Okay, Melisa, deep breaths. You've got this. It'll be fine. You won't fuck up your one and only chance at living an awesome life. No, of course, not.]
One of the mages, an older man with a long, white beard, spoke up, his voice dripping with skepticism.
"Javir, what is the meaning of this? Are you finally returning to the Academy, or have you simply come to waste our time with... with this?" He gestured dismissively at Melisa.
Javir just smiled.
