Kezia Tisdor, a huntress from a small village, does her best to fit in the world prestigious Ryhar Academy with the scholarships she gets. But when a serial killer targets her in the academy, she is forced to accept the help of the Royals, something...
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She opened her eyes. The sky was so much clear here. As much as it was draped in the same ink blue, embedded with the glittering diamonds that winked at its onlookers, there was something about seeing them at the Academy and seeing them at home.
Aarah, the Queen of Southern Sky, was smiling brightly today, with her constellation Mykrein marching out. It was the season of rain between autumn and winter and the winds picked on whose side they would blow early this year.
"Kez?" a small voice called her. "Are you up?"
Inhaling that petrichor, Kezia Tisdor looked behind to see her brother walking towards her despite his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and plopped next to her, laying his head on her lap.
"Asav," she softly reprimanded, not wanting to wake her sister and mother up. "Go in and sleep."
"No," he mumbled. "If I go in, you will go into the forest."
Kezia sighed. It was truly unfair that her brother knew her so well. There was no use denying it.
"I have to hunt something, Asav," she said, patting his head.
"B-but you rarely come home these days!" he protested, sitting up. "You stay at the Academy more and more."
"I can't take a day off," she sighed. "Especially when you have to have a maximum attendance percentage as the years go up. I am not in my first year anymore, Asav."
Asav pouted. "When will you graduate?"
She shrugged. "I am trying to speed my years ahead. But when you are a human in the Academy run by Astras and Zorans, it gets difficult to pass by."
He sulked. "Will you play with me after you come back?"
Kezia sighed but did not give him an affirmative answer. Such a simple question, yet she did not have a straightforward answer.
He looked down as if he understood. "Good hunt, Kez."
He dragged his tiny body back into the house, closing the door with a soft click. Kezia checked her laces and her quiver again.
Just five shiny arrows glinted under the pale light. Each arrow was sleek and smooth, made of Sea Shine Cedar. No arrow could fit her bow better.
Her bow was made of Maka's Hickory, one of the rarest trees, but the best for making bows. As if the bow had veins, thin wires of silver ran the length of the bow, gracefully in its own way.
After securing her bow and strapping her quiver, she walked out. Since the clouds would not cry tonight, she left the hood to hang on her back. Who was she trying to hide from?
