MIRA
I gasp for air, trying to get up but two strong hands catch me and hold me in place. Turning my head left and right, my vision is still blurry. But I see the familiar figure next to me and tears start rolling down my cheeks.
“Mira!” Rien brushes his palm over my forehead, taking away wet hair off my face, “It’s fine, Mira, whatever you saw – it wasn’t real!”
“Oh, thank gods!” I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him in, to feel his scent, to hear his heart beating. I need it! I need it so much right now! “It was just a dream!” I exhale heavily.
“Actually,” he breathes somewhere into my collarbone, “It was the next test. And since you are up, I guess you passed it. Well done, little mage.”
“What do you mean since you are up?” his words help me sober up quickly, althou
