The Draconic Northlands were steeped in a pervasive atmosphere of apprehension and fear. It was already a place where most people lived with the constant dread of deadly magical beasts, but the war had exacerbated this underlying tension.
The faces of the merchants we passed on the road mirrored this collective anxiety. Their expressions were etched with worry and uncertainty about the future.
But their problems weren't ours, were they? Our focus was escape. Still, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for leaving my home, my friends. Were Julie and Luna alright? What about the others in the village?
The only solace I found in this chaotic situation was the prospect of learning magic with the elves. It was an incredible opportunity, well, that would only be possible if Jennifer really manages to get a spot for me. This small glimmer of hope helped to quell the fear and uncertainty that gnawed at me.
