The mornings had grown warmer, and the academy's grounds were alive with practice. Lira and Patricia moved through the training fields, their focus on elemental exercises, while Maelin worked diligently at her forging station. The rhythm of hammer on metal, the sparks flying, and the faint hum of magic in the air had become a daily symphony of learning, growth, and quiet joy.
One morning, as Lira and Patricia returned from the greenhouses, they noticed Maelin walking toward the courtyard with a spring in her step and a light in her eyes that they hadn't seen before. Her usual focused expression had been replaced by something brighter, more radiant, and both girls immediately sensed that something important had happened.
"Maelin!" Lira called, quickening her pace. Patricia followed closely. "What is it? You look… amazing!"
Maelin's smile stretched wider, almost lighting up her face. "I… I have news," she said, cheeks flushed with happiness. "It's incredible, really."
