With as much strength as she could muster, Kallima forced herself shakily upright.
“We came… This way,” Kallima said to herself, again carefully attempting to rub debris from her eye.
An hour of muttering, tripping, and backtracking later, Kallima noticed that the trees thinned and, beyond them, a large, stone castle that she recognized as her school. Kallima laughed in relief and stumbled towards the building, tipsy with exhaustion. Teeth chattering, she leaned into the cold bars of the main gate and peered inside. The courtyard was empty. The tall fae’s heart and body sank. She knew of no other way into the school.
“Help…” she croaked to the empty yard.
She started to pull away when a tall, white figure caught her eye. Kallima squeaked for attention again. The white being pointed to the teen without looking, and Jun and Micah appeared behind her, rushing towards the girl.
“Oh, my stars, Kali! How did you get out there?” Micah asked.
“Mr. Vermicelli… Iggy…,” Kallima said.
“Ig did this to you?” Jun said, gaping at Kallima.
She shook her head weakly and said, “Saved me. In the… forest. Passed out.”
“He passed out?”
Kallima nodded, and Jun swore. Micah hurried away to open the gate. Kallima glanced past Jun, but she did not see the white figure again.
“She saw him, Micah,” Jun said. “Get her in here.”
“Ha-help Iggy,” Kallima panted.
“We will, Kali. We will. You first,” Jun assured her, his ears twitching nervously.
“Wha-wh-what is he?” Kallima asked as Jun and Micah pulled her inside.
“He’s Ig.” Micah said. “Jun, bring Jack and Shep. I’ll take this one to Anna.”
“I want to help.”
“No, Kallima,” Jun said sternly. “You need to get patched up.”