The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the inn, casting a warm glow over the quiet rooms where the champions of the tournament had finally found a moment of peace. Cruzer stirred first, his senses sharpening as he blinked awake, stretching slightly before pushing himself upright. Today was the day they returned.
He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. Despite how much he had enjoyed the past day of wandering the city with Jean and Elara, a part of him was ready. The academy, for all its harshness and expectations, was home. And he had a feeling things would be very different when they got back.
