The sun had barely touched the horizon when you found yourself in a gray stone corridor, with battle-scarred walls and torches flickering in the wind. The training school in Navarre was much larger than you had imagined, and the distant sound of shouts, swords, and dragon wings made her heart beat faster. You were still trying to figure out how you had gotten there when you tripped over a pile of abandoned books on the floor.

"Watch out!" A soft but firm voice echoed before you could fall.

You looked up and saw a girl with brown-slightly silver hair, tied in an awkward bun, approaching quickly. She wore a thick coat that seemed larger than necessary and carried more books in her arms than anyone could possibly balance.

"These corridors are treacherous, aren’t they?" The girl said with a shy smile. "I’m Violet."