In the middle of her frustration, an idea struck Yuna like divine inspiration—or at least, as close to divine as she was willing to admit. Perfect? Maybe not for the whole class, but perfect for her. Why waste her time on some project where she gained nothing? If she was going to work, it was going to benefit her too.
She slammed her book shut and declared, "We're writing a novel! Publishing it, even! We can add visual effects using runes on the pages, or make the words speak with mana so people who can't read can still enjoy it!"
One student's hand shot up, eyes sparkling with barely-contained mischief. Yuna didn't even let him speak. "No. No bombs. Put your hand down."
"Oh, oh! Yuna, what's the story going to be about?" Celeste asked, practically bouncing in her seat.
"Good question. What do you think we should write?" Yuna countered, deciding to let them pitch ideas first.
"In our world, gods and deities are important. A story about them would be really popular!"
