The moment Kamryn left, the air in the stone room seemed to grow heavier. I sat on the bed, the spell scrolls still open on the table, the candlelight dancing over the ancient ink like it was alive. My hands trembled slightly, not from fear at least not entirely, but from the enormity of what she’d told me.
I was a witch.
Not just any witch, but the last of a bloodline that traced back to Salem, sealed by my mother to protect me. All my life, I thought the visions were a curse. I was mocked and called a freak, but it Turns out, they were a whisper compared to the storm waiting inside me.
Kamryn said I had potential unlike anything seen in centuries. She claimed I could bend time, summon storms, and even shatter curses with a word. It sounded like a fantasy. And yet, a part of me recogni
