With slow measured steps I walk through the ash and charcoal debris of what was once my home, the only piece of it left intact being the library, still preserved by my magic. Smartest decision I ever made.
“Are you okay?” Valeria asks as she comes over, placing a hand on my shoulder, “You can rebuild it, can’t you?”
I nod, “Effortlessly, but that’s not the point.”
“I know,” she says softly, wrapping her arm around me, “Did you ever rebuild your family home?” She gently asks.
I shake my head, “I couldn’t. I would have never been able to step foot in it again. It would have been too painful.”
She nods in understanding and gives me a squeeze, “You don’t have to rebuild it if you don’t want to. We can go somewhere else,” she suggests.
“I want to do this. This is our home,” I say as I squ
