ANDREA.
The last thing I remembered was the witches trying to take my gift and then that huge white magic coming out of me then the witches groaning in pain and me passing out.
I opened my eyes slowly and found out I was back in the room they locked me in before but the difference this time was that I was able to move my arms and legs. My body still felt weak and tired, pains rushed through me when I tried to sit up. The whole place was so quiet that I wondered what went wrong with the spell, were the dark witches able to get my magic? Or was that light able to stop them on time? Those were the questions running through my mind, goddess, I couldn’t even raise my hand to know if I still had my magic.
With great difficulty, I was able to sit up, breathing heavily, I looked at the dark
