assigned strictly for security.
Together, we'd gotten the exquisite private plane experience before being able to stay at this three-bedroom oasis in the mountains. I hadn't even gotten the chance to go around and see what was included in this place, but I knew from our arrival that there was a steamy fireplace since Kaito and Finnick were playing cards while sitting on the white carpet and enjoying some beer.
Needless to say, I was sure we all needed a getaway, and it ensured anyone else who decided to threaten us or create lies online would back off now that the whole site had been shut down and was under investigation.
Jax had given me the full details of the situation during the remaining bit of the drive back from the Witchling rental car dealership that was in the main city. We decided that transportation would be important, especially since I didn't want us teleporting everywhere.
We may not have been completely drained of magic like previous occasions where such instances plagued us for a short period of time, but with the anticipation of threats that would come our way with Semester Eight, I wanted to reserve my magic for other things.
Jax had picked up a sports car that could at least fit four of us, while Connor got a motorcycle as our second vehicle, which was totally like him.
I was sure he missed riding his, and though it was winter here, the streets were so clean and safe due to some road mandate that designated certain witches to assess the roads in rotation to proof them from ice, hail, or heavy snowfall. The last bit had something to do with the cement of the road heating swiftly during the snowy blizzards, and by the time the snow reached a certain height from its descent, it evaporated.
I thought that tidbit was rather cool, especially when such heat only applied to snow and carried no effect on the cars that drove on the road.
The benefits of magic.
With the news of the social media shut down, I'd been worried about the backlash it would cause, but I guess Jax has reached his limit of tolerance. Out of all our semesters, this was probably going to be the strictest he had to be, and honestly, I felt like he had to for the sake of the students’ safety.
I wondered if a number of them thought this was some type of game or joke. That the investigations and news outlets were merely hyping up the incident and all the cyberbullying.
It still amazed me that people were out there who were okay with believing narratives without any provided proof while ignoring the truth that was being splattered on reputable sources that could be trusted.
All I could guess was that I was reaching that age where I was finally seeing the true colors of our vivid reality. I was impressed that I hadn't even focused on these realms of the world.
I never worried about the negative news that was reported on the daily, or the impact people's words could have on a whole group of individuals. In a way, it was slightly frightening to see the world in a darker scope, and deep down I sometimes wished I could change the lens so all I saw was a blurred vision.
No matter how much I wished such sight to be narrowed back to how I was when I first entered Witchling Academy, I knew it was impossible. At the end of the day, my growth and experiences had opened my eyes for the better.
There was a difference in living in a world in naiveté versus facing the truth of the world with 20/20 vision. At least one of the sides would help you adapt faster to the swift changes that followed once you were out of the protective hands schools like Witchling had to offer.
The moment we graduated, we wouldn't have that safety net to seek when shit hit the fan. Sure, we may have our workplaces or agencies that we held commitments with, but would they go above and beyond to conduct investigations or prove your innocence? Would they respect your need for a mental break and contribute to the cost towards a destination that could promote healing, or push you onto the sidewalk with no job, legal fees, and a broken reputation?
All of these experiences were only encouraging me to figure out what my next step would be after graduation. I needed a plan A, B, C, and maybe