Transfer of the Mind, Not the Heart

My first year in Mage Academy was... interesting. No, that's not the right word. It was more traumatizing. There was a boy who had transferred a few weeks after school had started. He was perfect; athletic like a werewolf, smart like a grand wizard, and beautiful like a sea siren. And the thing is, he liked me. It was perfect, but... He always seemed to know too much. The future, the past, the present, it felt like he knew. And he did. And perhaps his love for me was more morbid than I thought.