“You’ll be late to your own graduation!” Desmond hurries me and makes a sulky face but I know that he's just teasing me. I spent three long years fighting for this day to come and I am not missing it even if another demon war breaks this very moment!
“Almost ready,” I say, finishing with the buttons on my graduation robe. I quickly check myself in the mirror and tuck the naughty white curl behind my ear.
The hair is the last thing that reminds me of the power I once had… After Desmond brought me back to this world on his dragon’s back, the hair changed back to my beloved snow-white colour. Yet this was about it.
I came back with an absolutely empty magical reserve. And there are no words to describe how disappointed I felt about it. Lord Arden personally examined me several times and a
