Mia’s Pov
I sat in the garden, the cool breeze gently caressing my face as I absentmindedly plucked flowers. Each delicate petal that fell from my fingers felt like a whisper of the emptiness within me. Despite days of rigorous practice and Sylvia’s patient guidance, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing, that I wasn’t truly connecting with the power inside me.
I watched the vibrant colors of the flowers around me, their life and energy contrasting starkly with the void I felt. I sighed, dropping another petal to the ground, when I heard the soft rustle of footsteps approaching.
“Mia?” Sylvia’s voice was gentle, yet filled with concern. I looked up to see her standing beside me, her wise eyes studying my face. She sat down next to me on the bench, the familiar scent of
