A Crown of Stolen Affection

Previously

…He stood up, the worn leather of his reporter’s satchel feeling suddenly inadequate. This was no ordinary story. This was about Lyra. He walked to the window, looking out at the sprawling city of Eldoria. It was a city of a million stories, but the most important story, the one that mattered most, was unfolding far beyond its walls, in a place of ancient magic and growing shadows. He would go and write that story. He would fight for it. He would fight for her. The wind outside his window seemed to whisper her name, a gentle, encouraging sigh that spurred him on. His journey to Sunstone Academy had begun.