*Ariella*
As I sit there in Seraphina’s office, the weight of her words hangs heavily in the air, thick with uncertainty and dread. What am I? The question echoes in my mind, swirling like a tempest as Seraphina studies me, her expression inscrutable. I can feel my heart racing, the pulse in my ears drowning out the distant sounds of the school… laughter, kids hurrying through the hallways, the occasional crackle of magic sparking.
“Can you tell me more about the Nightshadow?” I ask, desperate for something concrete to grasp amidst the swirling chaos. “What exactly does it do, and do you have any idea why am I immune?”
Seraphina leans back, her fingers steepled beneath her chin. “Nightshadow is a rare and potent poison, crafted from the essence of shadowy plants that thrive in the darke
