Prospector Zeke, Sherlock Bones, and even some Wizard City teachers, among others, stood in a stone-walled tower, huddled around the crystal ball that belonged to the headmaster. Holly was leaning against the wall next to the redeemed spirits of Boris Blackrock and an Ianthine Spectre. She had defeated Malastaire and freed the good in him, like all the other corrupted things in the Spiral. Even if his bit of purity was inches from death. His pet Frost Lord, Lillie, was clinging to the back of his leg, scared of everyone. The utter commotion of constant gossip stopped as the room fell silent. Director Ambrose had just entered somberly, pulled up a chair, and began to separate the mists from the crystal sphere. Professor Greyrose and Drake stood beside him impatiently, still trying to look over his shoulders to get a better look. Ready?" Lydia Greyrose asked, trembling. "'Is she ready?'" Cyrus mocked. "Please, the little one hasn't shown the slightest magical ability since the day he was born! "Check -you, Cyrus! My decision is made. Jenna is coming to Wizard City to study under one of our professors - and it's FINAL!" Professor Greyrose looked disgusted at the two arguing men. "Now don't shuffle your cards, you two. Need I remind you why we're gathered?" The two wizards settled in for the moment. "Um... thank you, Professor. Could I please be quiet? The noise that returned faded away as he waved his hand over the crystal ball for the second time. As the image came into focus, a young girl came into focus.* * *Jenna Ryan, barely thirteen hours old, was reading a large book on her living room floor. She lived on Earth, a non-ma...... middle of paper..... . is my family, the only one I have left! Either way, I love it the same way. This whole thing about her being the heir to the Dragon Titan is as much nonsense as if a mother cat abandoned her litter because they had stripes when they actually had stripes. I had spots!" Ambrose raised his hands to stop talking then continued. "Alright then. May our pyromancer ancestors despise this child and accept the name... JENNA DRAGONHAND!" Loud applause followed in waves, each louder than the last. Holly even began to cry with joy. So, according to her, her name had It didn't bother her, no, not at all. In fact, it suited her in terms of language. Amidst all the rejoicing among the others, Jenna heard a faint mumbling coming from Merle. city ​​guard. "We better bring Professor Falmea if we know what's good for us.".