Elena POV
I stood in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for a simple meal. The steady rhythm of the knife was calming, a welcome distraction from the conversation I’d had with Celia.
Once I finished cooking and cleaned up, I grabbed my grandma’s notebook and stepped outside. The afternoon sun warmed my skin as I headed into the forest.
I found a small clearing and sat down, laying the notebook beside me. As I flipped through the pages filled with my grandma’s handwriting, I felt a connection to her, like each spell was a part of her legacy she had left for me to uncover.
Then I practiced the spells Thalia had taught me. I could feel the magic flowing through me, responding to my words like the air itself was bending to my will. With each spell, my confidence grew. The thought of the upco
