After my very eventful dark magic class—one that had involved testing my summoning ability to frankly alarming results—I found myself heading to the bright, almost blindingly cheerful room designated for light magic studies. The contrast was stark, but fitting. Light and dark magic were two sides of a coin, intertwined and yet distinctly their own.
Rachel was already there when I arrived. She was seated cross-legged on one of the sleek, floating chairs, hands clasped together in front of her like she was deep in meditation. Or prayer.
"What are you doing?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow as I dropped into the chair next to her.
Her sapphire eyes fluttered open, and she smiled softly. "It's… kind of like praying," she said, tilting her head. "But not really praying at the same time."
