Wyld Witch Weather

I'm a wild child. Wilful, moody, destructive.

You could say my reputation blows-literally.

Other teens skip class or experiment with drugs. I wreck classrooms.

Not on purpose. But when I cry, the wind answers. Loudly. Violently.

Now I'm down to my last chance: the Wyld Lands Academy.

It looks like some posh boarding school I've got no business setting foot in.

But inside those ancient stone walls? There's magic.

Fire, water, earth, air-the students here are attuned to their element. Like me.

For on...