Amara’s POV
Everything was heavy. My breath, my thoughts, my body.
In the healer's hut, I laid on a bed of plush furs, my skin drenched in sweat, my limbs shaking. I felt as though something inside of me had broken open, but the war was over, for the time being.
Screaming, fire erupting from my body, and blackness were the last things I remembered.
Every part of me was aching now. I used silent magic. Too silent.
Mira's face was pale with worry as she hovered over me. She said, "Child, you went overboard." "Your energy was not the only thing you burned through."
I looked up at her, straining to speak. “What… happened?”
"You applied too much lunar magic," she remarked as she wiped my forehead with a handkerchief. "The Hollow Witch and the moon are connected to your soul. She takes ad
