Reynold stretched his body and he felt tired and sore all over it. He stretched again and his body made that tiring sound, that kind bone cracking sound that sounded in the room.
He was still on the bed with the memories of yesterday's fight running at the back of his head. The melting of the Iron Talons, Nymeria's magic and the three dragons roaring also made him to kept tossing and turning all night.
He stretched hard again on the small dorm bed and the rough blanket scratching him on his skin. All he wanted to do was to lock the door and sleep the whole day without going out but the Headmaster had ordered everyone to attend a mandatory farewell ceremony for the students they had lost, so he could not skip it even if he wanted to.
He stretched again. His mind was full of too many questions. First, how did the Aetherclaws get past the academy's Wards when the Headmaster said the Viceroy had supposedly handle the defense magic?
