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Lyra's POV Alexandria believed pain was a teacher, a sick, twisted but slightly nevertheless educating method. “Again, the spell won't work itself you know” I wiped the sweat off my brows and got into position again. I moved down and slammed my palm against the map forest floor as my knees went down with it. Mud splattered across my trouser, the purple sparks on my fingers weakened in light like dying embers as my lungs burned as if I had been running for hours.

Finally we reached his lovely house, it was a beautiful house with wooden walls and roof just like I had in my world such a wolf taste even though there was nothing extraordinary about the house and green plants in front of his house but when he opened the main door of his house a whip of scent came inside my nostrils and I inhaled a deep breath, I could sense a strong scent of werewolves, not just one werewolf but two different werewolves. Lucky me!

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon." With trembling hands, I opened the book and began to read. It spoke of powerful spells and ancient rituals, many of which had been lost to time. As I turned the pages, one spell in particular stood out. It was a spell of protection, capable of shielding the entire town from harm. But there was a catch—it required a rare ingredient: the heart of a Silverwood tree. I had heard legends of the Silverwood trees, ancient and powerful, but thought them to be long extinct. The book mentioned that the heart of the tree could amplify magic, making the protection spell almost impenetrable.

The wizard said he had ordered the spells in the book by ease of learning and usefulness. The air shield thing definitely failed the easy test, but she guessed Dominic had placed it second because she had already tried it. She decided she would give it another try or two today, but first she wanted to try something new and easier, so the flipped the page to the third spell.

I said flipping to a page. “Really?” My mother asked. “Have you been practicing?” She asked me and I shook my head. “I spent twenty years learning how to read this…” she paused and moved closer. “Any spell you see written like this, it is a very powerful spell but it's not black magic, black magic is written in a completely different way, only few can master” she explained. I muttered the spell carefully, immediately the cauldron scattered into pieces, and my mother and I exchanged glances.

I said firmly, holding out my hand for him to hand over the book. He gave it to me and I didn’t bother to thank him, although it was at the tip of my lips, but I pushed it down. I looked over the page and indeed, it was a spell titled ‘the warlock initiation spell’ It was just a few paragraphs. There were no elements needed nor level of power noted down. This is it. I had a feeling. I looked up at them, and saw them watching me intently. I looked down at the page again and felt a little hesitant. Like I wasn’t sure if I should do it right this second or not.

"I will do everything within my power to save your child." With utmost care, Draco scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me to the inner chamber. Laying me down gently on the cool floor, he retrieved a worn spellbook, its pages crackling with ancient knowledge. His eyes skimmed the text as his fingers traced the faded glyphs upon the pages, his voice resonating with a mixture of power and vulnerability as he began to chant the incantations that promised to defy the natural order.

She stands up and stretches, before rubbing her wrists and then she walks over to her bag on the floor and pulls out her book of spells. Always Standing next to her, I watch her constantly as she prepares for the spell and then starts to speak. “Hear me now. Let what has been done, be undone, and made right. Shall the spell be broken, and no harm come to them.” The minute she says the words, I hear Arabella’s voice. “They are waking up!” She exclaims.