Theone thing you never talk about while you're in the Scholomance is whatyou'll do when you get out. Not even the richest enclaver would temptfate that way. But it's all we dream about, the hideously slim chancewe'll survive to make it out the gates and improbably find ourselveswith a life ahead of us, a life outside the Scholomance halls.And now the impossible dream has come true. I'm out, we're allout--and I didn't even have to turn into a monstrous dark witch to makeit happen. So much for my great-grandmother's prophecy of doom anddestruction. I didn't kill enclavers, I saved them. Me, andOrion, and our allies. Our graduation plan worked to perfection: wesaved everyone and made the world safe for all wizards and brought peaceand harmony to all the enclaves of the world.Ha, only joking!Actually it's gone all wrong. Someone else has picked up the project ofdestroying enclaves in my stead, and probably everyone we saved isabout to get killed in the brewing enclave war on the horizon. And thefirst thing I've got to do now, having miraculously got out of theScholomance, is turn straight around and find a way back in.