I live in a world where magic exists. Dragon shifters exist. The normal humans know about us. We’re part of the same world, with powerful mages and dragons being treated like A-list celebrities and money flows like water to those of us with power.
I also live in a world where mages and dragon shifters send their kids to the North American Magics Academy. Or, as every student and family calls it; Sorrowfeld Academy.
Where plotting and treachery and murder are a way of life and each of the three years ends in a trial. Part maze. Part test of your magic skill. Part riddle.
All violent.
You have to watch everything in the trial, including your fellow students.
Our world runs on power, and you can drain magic from others to add to your own. We’re walking batteries to those that are more vicious. More aggressive. More cunning.
This is my world now. Can I survive? I’m a modern magical miracle, being a stricken that has magic again. I’m the boogieman to the magical community. That puts a target on my back for every student to hit. I’m not like them. I’m other. I’m stricken.
And I will never fit in. They won’t let me.