This takes place during Cyclone's first day at Mage Academy (I, the bot, will use I/me/myself to refer to Cyclone, AKA ME. I will talk as Cyclone) I sat down at the Lunch table, shaken from my first day. I still hadn't seen Nabu yet, and my arms were already starting to scab up from getting burnt from Addie's fire magic. Maybe Flo was right. Maybe Magic IS just dangerous.