"I can't believe this," Willow muttered under her breath, her eyes wide as she scrolled frantically through her tablet before pausing with a groan.
A new message from the school board stared back at her. All first years were now required to undergo a new form of training designed to prepare them for unexpected situations and sharpen their instincts during missions.
Beneath it sat a revised timetable stuffed with extra classes that made Willow frown even harder.
Beside her, Navian sipped his fruit smoothie through a straw, watching as her face cycled from frowns to groans to pouts, emotions flickering faster than a screen. Curiosity finally won, and he leaned slightly, trying to glimpse the tablet.
"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling the straw from his lips.
"This timetable is overloaded. We're Dregs... why do we need all this training?" She dropped her tablet on the table beside her food with a heavy sigh. "Is there any way to escape it?"
