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4.5/5 stars great start.

She blinked rapidly at the assault on her senses as her eyes struggled to adjust. Her gaze landed on her Triad, all three kneeling around her, reaching for her. She sucked in a breath as she met their blue, green, and gold gazes, looking at them in color for the very first time.
She could see.

Apparently eating all of the bindings it could, the magic settled at her center again.

“Claire,” Desmond said softly.
She lifted her gaze, noting a glow fading around her like her magic had thrown up a protection dome without her telling it to.

Claire let out a breath of relief that quickly caught as she realized the new problem. Her magic retreated from the daggers with a ferocity as it rushed back towards the dome of bindings over her center. It hit the dome with a vengeance, forcing Claire to her knees under the pressure as the magic ate at the bindings until the dome looked like a patchwork quilt.

She didn’t recognize it but instinct told her this was Elven script. What was happening?
The Fae dagger at her hip heated unbearable and with a gasp she quickly grabbed it with her other hand. Magic shot out of her center through her hands into the daggers and they glowed. Claire panicked and called her magic back quickly, not wanting the same explosion to happen as the first time she grabbed the Fae dagger.

She didn’t recognize it but instinct told her this was Elven script. What was happening?
The Fae dagger at her hip heated unbearable and with a gasp she quickly grabbed it with her other hand. Magic shot out of her center through her hands into the daggers and they glowed. Claire panicked and called her magic back quickly, not wanting the same explosion to happen as the first time she grabbed the Fae dagger.

It seemed as if the tent held its collective breath, all four pairs of eyes on her. She dropped her hand and grabbed the pommel of the dagger.
Unlike the heat of the Fae dagger, this dagger cooled drastically under her touch, the icy touch of it freezing her palm around the grip. The shadows lightened drastically until Claire could make out the script inlaid on the dagger’s blade.

“What?” The growl exploded out of Malcolm. “That’s impossible.”
“It’s not,” the Headmaster held out a piece of paper, “read it for yourself. Claire has been chosen as a Champion of the Realm and the neutral Academy has pledged itself to her aid.”

“What?” The growl exploded out of Malcolm. “That’s impossible.”
“It’s not,” the Headmaster held out a piece of paper, “read it for yourself. Claire has been chosen as a Champion of the Realm and the neutral Academy has pledged itself to her aid.”

“How do you know that?” Everett asked.
“Because in this missive, the Academy told me why.” Headmaster Dorian said, “It has named you, Claire, as a Champion.”
“A Champion of the Academy?” Desmond asked, the familiarity in his tone told Claire this wasn’t a new concept.
“No.” The Headmaster paused. “A Champion of the Realm.”