Enchanting Royalty
The air shimmered, and a tiny, fiery bird appeared before me, its feathers flickering with flames.
I gasped, marveling at the sight. The bird flapped its wings, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. Sylvia clapped her hands, her eyes shining with pride.
“You’re getting the hang of it,” she said. “But remember, control is key. You need to maintain the spell without letting it consume too much of your energy.”
I nodded, concentrating on keeping the bird stable. It required a delicate balance, a constant flow of magic that didn’t waver. The bird chirped, and I felt a connection to it, a bond formed through the magic we shared.
Bab Populer