The battle was over, leaving the forest torn apart. Smoke hung in the air, mixing with the echoes of magic. As the sun rose, it lit up the battlefield, showing the wreckage. Trees were broken, rocks scattered, and the darkness still hung around.
I stood there, feeling both relieved and sad. We had won, but it
came with a cost. The sacrifices we made weighed on me.
Around me, my Coven worked hard, helping the wounded and
checking the damage. Peter was next to me, a solid presence in the chaos. We
exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between us.
"Clara," Mom's voice called, and I turned to see Agnes
coming toward me. Dirt and blood marked her face, but her eyes showed her
determination.
"Mom," I said, my voice filled with feelings. She
hugged me, and I held on, finding
