Enraptured Student
Apocalypse Pact
Runecraft
Follower
Silver
Unevolved
She searches the archives, sepia light spilling through windows as the sun falls beneath the horizon. As she reaches up to a tome's spine, a man reaches up to a guardrail in vain. "Oh gosh, they've gotta have intermediate spellbooks around here somewhere."
Evolved
She wakes, blurrily looking around the now-dark archive. There isn't a soul around. All is still but for the warm flicker of a mage-lantern. As she grabs her bag and hurries out, a house across town goes up in flames.
"I can't believe I fell asleep! Mom'll be so mad!"