Jonah's return to the Academy was nothing like his arrival. Back then, he had been just another poor kid from the slumps, a nobody in a crowd of new students.
Now, he was the center of attention.
The news of his "sainthood" got home before he did. As their transport touched down at the main Academy entrance, a massive crowd was already waiting. It was a bizarre mix of students whispering excitedly, professors looking on with intense curiosity, and even a handful of junior clergy members from the local church, their hands clasped in prayer.
"Oh, great," Vanessa whispered from beside him. "A fan club. This is my worst nightmare."
The moment Jonah stepped out of the transport, a wave of noise washed over him.
"It's him! Saint Jonah!"
"He healed the Scar!"
"Did you see the report? They say he can command life itself!"
