The Academy slept, but I could not.
I stood at my window, the glass cold against my forehead, and watched the familiar silhouette of spires and towers etch itself against the star-scattered sky. The gardens below were dark and still, their manicured paths empty of the students who had filled them during the day. The corridors beyond my door were silent; their usual hum of whispered gossip and hurried footsteps faded into the hush of night.
This was my last night in this place. Tomorrow, at dawn, I would leave it all behind.
