Third-Person's Perspective:
Heather entered Melania's nightmare like a silent ghost, her presence felt more than seen. As she chanted the spell to bind Emerald's powers, a knife that had been hovering dangerously close to Melania's neck darted away and embedded itself in a nearby tree. Startled, Emerald whirled around, ready to unleash her fiery magic, only to realize it had been snuffed out by her mother's enchantment.
"Mother? Only you could muster the strength to bind me," Emerald seethed, her gaze dark and accusatory. "You choose the wolves over your own flesh and blood."
Heather paid no heed to her daughter's words, focusing instead on weaving a protective barrier around Melania within the confines of the dream world. Under her breath, she invoked the moon goddesses for protection
