My head feels woozy. I cast a complex spell when I was six? There must be another reason why this mirror was following Young Me around.
I cast a complex spell when I was six? Some part of me whispers that actually, I wield a ton of magic. It’s got a high-pitched and musical voice. Must be my elfy side. Then, the part of me that’s a troll grumbles that if I’m so powerful, then why didn’t I cast a spell to escape the Bartlebee?
Good point, inner troll.
Good point, inner troll.Back in the reflection, Xao finishes inspecting the mirror. “Who cast this?”
A better question I couldn’t ask myself.
A better question I couldn’t ask myself.Young Me gives Xao the side eye. “I did.”
Minutes pass as Xao does more tests. Some involve tapping her rose wand against the mirror frame. Other times, Xao
