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"Magic isn't a weapon. It’s the highest form of light. It’s the way the universe breathes. This book is for the child who sees a forest spirit and doesn't run, but asks what color its song is." The book became an overnight global phenomenon. It contained high-definition "Resonant-Prints" of the Deep-Veil, the bioluminescent architecture of the Sylvan-Kin, and the hauntingly beautiful geometry of the Alpha-Prime’s transformation. It gave the public a vocabulary for wonder. People weren't just accepting the supernatural; they were decorating their homes with its aesthetics. Emma had done more than publish a book; she had given the "Co-Existence" a soul. She had turned the "Goddess" and the "Gu

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The eerie streak in her voice sent ripples of fear up Mercedes’ spine. “Oh, my poor, pathetic sister. You still have your head in the clouds.” She leaned in closer. “When are you going to start thinking about yourself?” She pushed her finger into Mercedes’ chest. “No one is going to get you where you want to be in life. You cannot rely on anybody but yourself.”

Sybil whispered in my thoughts. "You are more powerful than you know, focus and remember who you are” I swallowed, forcing myself to breathe. My fear began to melt away, replaced by something stronger. I felt the pulse of magic inside me, the energy stirring beneath my skin. Sybil’s voice was a lifeline, guiding me. "Together, we can break this." I nodded, locking eyes with the book. Its covers moved as I raised my hands, feeling the power surge through me. The ancient words rose to my lips without thought, magic flowing like water, growing stronger with each syllable.

“Always envision the outcome of your spell, you have to see it, believe it for the magic to work its best.” I put Karani’s book down and looked at the beginner spell in front of me. Could it really be that easy, imagine it, say the words, and just like that it works? I laughed out loud at myself and rubbed my eyes.

Sybil whispered in my thoughts. "You are more powerful than you know, focus and remember who you are” I swallowed, forcing myself to breathe. My fear began to melt away, replaced by something stronger. I felt the pulse of magic inside me, the energy stirring beneath my skin. Sybil’s voice was a lifeline, guiding me. "Together, we can break this." I nodded, locking eyes with the book. Its covers moved as I raised my hands, feeling the power surge through me. The ancient words rose to my lips without thought, magic flowing like water, growing stronger with each syllable.

Elaine spoke the words down into the glass; the magic seemed to hear her, and as she gave a tug, the lid lifted. The book beneath the glass peered through Elaine. The volumes’ binding was smooth leather, and the stitching was gold. Long, smooth letters were intricately painted across the front, and her hand brushed them softly. It was the most precious book in the world. Reaching down, she pulled it out and flipped to the page she desired. There it was in thick black letters, the word luck. The pages of the book were filled with names and places, a guide to every gifted being in the land. It was centuries old and was only written on by the top magistrate himself, the king’s second in command

Damn, Freckles. The first book I pulled out was called “Images You Should Not Masturbate To”. I snorted, flipping through a couple of pages and shaking my head. That sarcastic streak of hers ran deep. I grabbed another, the title catching my eye: “How to Traumatize Your Children: 7 Proven Methods to Help You Screw Up Your Kids Deliberately and with Skill.” I let out a short laugh, one that came from somewhere I’d almost forgotten existed. Then there were the others—Fancy Coffins to Make Yourself, Do-It-Yourself Coffins for Pets and People, and, for good measure, How to Raise Your IQ by Eating Gifted Children. I shook my head, glancing back at her still sleeping form.

What am I doing? And this is not about Richard, by the way. It’s absolutely unrelated. It’s simply my life. I need … I don’t know. A new direction. A different energy. There’s a book lying on a nearby chair and I reach for it. It’s called The Reverse Principle: Change Your Business Strategy Forever, and 10 million copies sold!! is stamped across the cover.

And while we are on our way to where Roanoke is, Aunt Kyndra will begin to teach me how to control my magic. Aunt Kyndra just said something that would really help me control my magic. That every time I feel my magic will go out of control, I should think of happy thoughts and everything will be alright. I wanted to laugh when she said that. I could not stop thinking about the children's book that I had read when I was little. Happy thoughts. Well, I wanted to fly, to be free, to feel the breeze, to see the beautiful view below, everything. But what Aunt Kyndra said had a point. Maybe I would try to think happy thoughts if I go ballistic again.