Eva Lopez let out a sigh heavy enough to rattle the hallway sensors into thinking someone had opened a window. Her heels tapped smartly against the marble floors of the Lopez estate, echoing like a slow drumbeat of impending maternal doom. Her navy-blue hair, pinned back with the sort of grace only a Headmaster could muster at 7 a.m., swayed as she approached her daughter's door. Again.
Clara had not seen the sun in four days. Or a lecture. Or the inside of a shower, probably.
Mythos Academy — the most prestigious school for magically-inclined prodigies in the world — was closed for the remainder of the year, courtesy of the war in the Eastern continent. Two professors dead. Dozens of third-year students gone. Magic left scorch marks, and grief left silence.
