Raven's first class was on the third floor of the study tower. It was the one class she had without Marilyn and her nerves were already jumbling up.
"I should go too. Our lesson is in the combat hall, all the way to the other side. Wish you luck!"
Marilyn waved at her and left Raven by the door of her class. Raven held the strap of her bag very tightly. In front of her was a wooden door with intricate carvings and a golden handle. It looked as old as time.
Raven kept staring at the door. She was internally preparing to go inside. It was still early and no one was around. Raven didn't know how many students were inside or how many classmates she was going to have. It was like crashing into something blindly.
"Are you going inside?" Someone spoke from behind. Raven jumped a but in fri
