June had never planned on getting involved.
He wasn't even supposed to be near the Class A sector today.
But then again, June had a way of wandering into places he shouldn't.
It started with the shift that strange ripple of magic that rolled over the academy grounds, warping the air, twisting light across the buildings, leaving flowers and pulses of unfamiliar color in its wake.
One moment, June had been leaning against the outer wall of the dueling field, watching two second-rate spar, half-bored, half-curious.
The next, the sky above the Class A sector had cracked —
no, not literally cracked, but warped, bent, twisted
and a bloom of light erupted outward, coating the far spires in blue,gold and purple.
June's sharp eyes had locked on immediately.
He felt his pulse tick up.
Students began to gather at the edges of the sector, murmuring, pointing.
