Ernas Mansion, the day before   Archmage Deirus and Orion were starting to get seriously worried. Half of the academy’s break was almost gone, but Friya and Yurial were only getting worse. Yurial would rarely come out of his room and almost refused to eat.

Before every meal, Yurial had to take a bland sedative or he would throw up immediately. He needed a potion to sleep, another for waking up and many others not to jump at every noise he heard.

Friya on the other hand, was restless. She would barely sleep, focusing all her energies on training without a care for her own body. Friya had also put up a constant frown and during her spar sessions she often injured her partners by launching every attack like her life was on the line.

She would easily fall into a frenzy and only Orion could stop her from doing something that she would have regretted later. The worst thing was that she didn’t show any remorse afterwards, blaming her opponent for being weak.

“If they can’t even match a fifteen years old, they should stop calling themselves sword practitioners and dedicate their life to knitting.” Was what she said every time, making Jirni proud and Orion frustrated.

After changing her nightwear, Phloria had recovered very quickly, but whenever someone asked her why and how, she would just turn beet red and refuse to answer. In her case the new shame had driven away the old one.

Quylla had completely recovered on her own, but she was deeply worried for Friya, that was changing into someone Quylla could hardly recognize as the kind and thoughtful girl she loved so much.