The sun had barely risen, but the tension in the air was palpable. It was our second day at the Solara Magic Academy, and though yesterday had ended on a high note, today seemed to bring its own storm. I never expected things to escalate so quickly, yet here I was, standing on the precipice of a duel that would test not just my strength but my resolve.
It all started during the morning assembly in the courtyard. Lyra, Freya, Luna, Amelia, Marius, Kael and I were enjoying a moment of quiet, soaking in the crisp morning air. Sander and Windy had just greeted us when a familiar, sneering voice cut through the air.
"Well, well, if it isn't the knights from Braveheart. Or should I say, the 'rusty swords' from the Braveheart Kingdom?"
