Elena POV
The days after my first successful spell were some of the best I’d had in a long time. There was something incredibly empowering about finally tapping into the magic that had always been inside me, and I couldn’t wait to learn more. Every morning, I woke up excited to practice, and every night, I went to bed satisfied, knowing I was getting closer to mastering my abilities.
Thalia was a great teacher—patient and skilled. She had this way of breaking down even the most complex spells into simple, manageable steps, making it all seem doable.
One afternoon, we were practicing attack spells in a quiet spot in the forest. The air was filled with the scent of pine and earth, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting cool patterns on the ground.
“Alright, Elena,” Thalia
