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Zander looks at Camille shocked; unsure what to do as Willow moves forward and takes Camille’s head in her hands. “Stragulum scutum mentis et magia, donec mens est libratum iterum,” she mutters repeatedly, Camille screaming as she tries to escape Willow’s grasp, feeling her magic disappear as Alaric drops to the floor almost gracefully. Willow steps back, Camille staring at her. “What did you do? Where did my magic go? You stole my magic!” She screams and lunges forward to grab Willow again, stopped by Zander who moves in front of her as a sort of human shield.

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Another hand was raised in a second. “Go on,” Prof Odessa nudged. “Spell books are heavy to carry around. Does that mean they have to take it everywhere to do magic?” “Well,” Prof Odessa cleared her throat, closing her teaching box with everything she had brought out earlier completely in. “Due to advanced magic, you could shrink a spell book and turn it into a metal necklace.” My memory went back to that night with Kamari. She had touched that small silver book necklace around her neck before she pushed the table towards me. Was she perhaps a siphon? The other girl who had blocked my view of Kai had that exact necklace too, the black-colored version.

Now I understand why they sent General Kane to me. I look up from the book as the realisation hits me. Has he been planning on turning me in all this time? I tilt my head in deep thought. If he were really planning to, he would've done so by now. Something doesn't click here. I return my attention to the book and continue reading. In some pages are detailed descriptions of magical practices. Occasionally I will drop the book and try out some of them. One particular practice catches my attention, and I stay with it for a long time, trying to bring myself to perfect it.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

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‘Now, I entrust you with the conundrums this wretched world conceals. Clara’s heart hammered in her chest despite knowing that this book might hold memories of terrible things. Things which were covered up. Who knew what she might find out? Clara turned it to the next page, eager to know more. Letters started to appear as if someone was writing on it from inside the book. ‘The Ancient Magic was the very first to ever exist, primitively called the One Magic or Lone Magic. It later on gave birth to two equally powerful attributes—the Sun and Moon. These two were halves that, when combined once again, will awaken the said Ancient Magic.

“Maybe it’s broken?” “It couldn’t be,” said Winter, “someone from the family would have had to have taken the magic.” Nora opened the book up. “Maybe there’s something else that I need to do. Like say a spell or something?” “I didn’t think so. But let’s look.” The two young women placed the book on the stand where the grimoire had been placed. Nora flipped through the book, and as she did, she noticed something unusual. “Are you sure this is the right one?”

"The Grimoire of Imogene Greenreaver. Only those in my line shall read the words upon these pages. So mote it be." A shiver ran through Saffron as she read her grandmother's words. She turned the pages and found that this was indeed a book of spells, not just one of traditional remedies. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the spells. A tingle ran through her fingers as she read one for casting light in the darkness. Confused she looked at her hands. They seemed to glow slightly. She flexed her fingers experimentally. A spark of light shot from them.

It jumped right into the first type of magic; one Cordelia happened to be familiar with. Protection magic was considered one of the smaller and more refined magics, but its chapter was over seventy pages long. Divination came in close second at one hundred and two pages. Rowena had been right, there was no way to track the endless possibilities that came with a subject as broad as protection magic. The book covered as many variations as it could, darting between protective shields and mentally enhanced barriers, only to completely veer off the map by including ‘warriors made of marble and coal’ as an example. As Cordelia helped grandma in the kitchen, and the hearty scent of tomato sauce and