Moonlit Magic
"Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally."
Rita closed her eyes, pressing her palms to the cold stone floor. She expected to feel nothing—or at least, very little. She was a novice, after all.
But the moment she reached for the energy, it answered.
A surge of warmth shot up her arms, and before she could stop it, a pulse of golden light flickered between her fingers. The ground beneath her trembled slightly, like a sigh.
A hush fell over the nearby students.
Freda’s eyes widened. "Rita—"
Bab Populer