Grimm Magic
A horn blows, scattering screeching seagulls across the harbor, and drowning out all other noise. Shouting eventually reemerges over the sound of the dying echo; some people wave, some cry, others blow kisses, but mostly they shout their good-byes as the ferry pulls away.
You and a handful of teenagers are the last group for the night, the sloshing of waves beating a steady rhythm as the ferry puts out into open water and makes its way south by southeast toward the solitary spot of land in the distance.
Yggdrasil Island. Arc City. Home to magic, wonder, and the academy you'll be spending the next three years of your life.
