Alison's POV:
I sat sulking, slumped against the large stone wall of my room, after my mother made me bloom yet another flower. Honestly, when she promised she would teach me to use my powers, I imagined controlling the elements or communicating with animals—cool stuff like that. You know, things that sound magical and extraordinary. But no, blooming flowers and nurturing plants were my reality. Don’t get me wrong, blooming flowers isn’t unimportant. It’s just that after doing it over and over again, it becomes repetitive. And repetitive? Well, that turns into boring, and boring quickly turns into annoying.
“I know it gets tiring, but you’ll understand why I’m making you learn this soon,” my mother said, her soft voice drifting into my mind as I sulked.
"Why couldn’t I go with Jamie?" I
