I woke up with a gasp, heart pounding, frantically scanning my room, half-expecting to still be trapped in the nightmare. But to my relief, I wasn’t. I blinked at the familiar surroundings—my posters on the wall, the soft morning light streaming through the curtains. I was safe.
But the dream had felt too real. The whispers, the shadows, the feeling that something was creeping closer. It sent a shiver down my spine. This can’t be happening to me, I thought, my hands trembling as I sat up in bed. Should I tell my parents? They’re just like me—magic flows in their veins too. They’d understand, right?
But no. I couldn’t. I needed to figure things out on my own for once. I couldn’t keep running to them every time something happened. Besides, why hadn’t they told me anything before? I’d heard
