Scarlett (Second Edition)
Garland’s mocking laughter rang out, sharp and cutting.
“Even your Luna is afraid,” he jeered, his tone laced with scorn. To him, it must have been deliciously amusing to see me retreat, to watch me cower.
But he didn’t know what I was doing. He didn’t see the green energy beginning to weave through the air around me, forming tendrils that only I could see. It shimmered, invisible to everyone but me, coiling and twisting like a living thing. This was the power Elsa had told me about, a spirit element, an ethereal force I could control. Midnight and I felt it pulse within us, raw and potent.