On the fateful day, about a dozen of us including, Eleanor, Georgia, Lamia, Jourdann and friends rolled our suitcases downstairs to the lobby of our dorms and then outside to the waiting lines of limousines. From ground floor classrooms to floors high up I could trace the outline of girls faces pressed to windows watching the rollout of our procession. We were the envy of all, dark haven academy history makers, our names would undoubtedly go in a hall of fame somewhere for headmistress Eliza to display.
She was here this morning, watching from a safe enough distance to maintain her usual detachment but close enough to relay her final warnings and reminders of our real tasks in a single cold gaze. There was to be no misunderstanding, this was no royal holiday, we were all lambs to the slau
