Serena stared at the mirror.
The healer’s hut was quiet now, the soft moonlight slipping through the narrow window casting a soft glow across the wooden floor.
But none of that mattered to her now.
All she could see was herself.
Not Soren.
Her.
For a moment, she allowed herself to breathe.
Then she reached for the magic.
It responded this time without resistance… smoother than before even.
She felt the magic flow through her veins like a calm river instead of a raging storm.
The illusion first began at her cheekbones, moving down to her shoulders as they broadened up.
Soon, the girl disappeared and…Soren stared back at her.
She exhaled slowly as the relief hit her.
“I'm Soren…” she said to herself, and the voice that answered was Soren’s.
The magic was full on.
“Good,”
