“ I know you’re watching me. “

Grackle stared into the mirror, gripping the sink. His tail flicked back and forth apprehensively as he scowled into his own reflection. At least, where he’s supposed to have a reflection. In its place, was something else.

The fox on the other side of the mirror acted nothing like him. It looked just like him, but Grackle knew that it wasn’t. The distorted version...

“Wilderness camp? C’mon, Mom, you know that’s stuff for druids,” Grackle’s voice whined from the back of the carriage, almost drowned out by the sound of the rocks under the horse’s hooves. “,and I don’t need to learn anything they teach, those spells are all for softies. A mere kit could cast guidance.”

In the front, his mother rolled her eyes again. “For the fifth time, you are going to this c...