The Imitation Tower stood tall and silent under the moonlight, a perfect mirror of the famous Griffin Tower but long abandoned and wrapped in ivy. No griffins nested here. Little students came. It was the ideal hidden place for secrets.
Lydia climbed the old stone stairs, heart hammering. It was thankfully a windless night...The Elf Nurse was already waiting on the rooftop, silver hair glowing faintly in the moonlight, her posture elegant and timeless.
"You came," the nurse said softly. "Good."
Lydia nodded, nerves making her voice tight. "I wouldn't miss a free training from a prodigy for the world"
"And who said it was free?"
Lydia went silent, she didn't consider that there would be a payment. She was broke as hell. All she could offer was services which wouldn't be much anyway.
The nurse studied her for a long moment, then asked, "Do you know what your aura is like… have you felt it?"
"No," Lydia admitted. "Not really."
