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“Until she accepts who she is and accepts the magic within her, there is nothing I can do. There is something else there, something impossible to reveal. She must unlock it herself.” Alaric walks over and glances down at them both, confused. “Isn’t there a spell or something you can do to force her to accept who she is?” Alaric knows that the longer she goes on believing this is just a fantasy, the more at risk she is. “No, I’m afraid I can’t. Using magic to tamper with someone's mind in that way is forbidden, and there is no guarantee it will work. She has to believe it; she has to feel it.”

Every scene has to feel alive—the characters, the tension, the moments that make you hold your breath. That's why I will not rush the process. I want Edith and Drake's story to unfold in a way that feels authentic, immersive, and deeply emotional—not just words on a page, but a journey you experience with them. So, when I return to Finding the Heart of Magic, it will be with my complete focus and creative energy, ensuring that every chapter is worth the wait. Stay patient, dear readers—"Finding the Heart of Magic" will be back soon! Until then, thank you for being part of this journey. I look forward to bringing Edith and Drake's story back to life for you!

He also wishes the warriors don’t come back with the Magic Bean and so he consulted with certain wicked Oracle in the far land to make sure the warriors won’t be able to find the Beans or not return home. The Oracle told him that if he can…

I was hitting a blank. What else would be warm? I didn't know if the warm thoughts idea would work but it seemed worth a try. Mind over matter right? So if my mind thought I was burning alive right now everything else wouldn't matter. It was a stupid thought but I was taught that your mind is your greatest weapon especially since I didn't have to physically wield magic. I could just think about healing a person, imagine their broken bone repairing or their pained body fit again and they would miraculously heal. My mother had taught me how to use my mind to do those type of things since it was her specialty.

This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past. I spent hours in that quiet sanctuary, pouring over the pages of "Mastery of Magic." I took careful notes, practicing each technique as described. With every new lesson, I felt my powers grow a little stronger, a little more under my control. I knew that the journey ahead would be long, and that I still had much to learn. Yet, for the first time in weeks, hope shone through my doubts. Perhaps I could master my gifts, unravel the mystery of the Capris Coven, and finally take control of my destiny.

How to nurture magic instead of forcing it. I taught them wisdom. Balance. How to think before acting. How to accept all parts of themselves. Three different methods. But working together now. Creating something none of us could build alone. "She's remarkable," a visiting mother said. Watching our daughter teach a shy boy how to make shadow butterflies. "My son was terrified of his magic before. Now he sees it as a gift." "She teaches what we can't," I said. "That being different isn't wrong. It's powerful."

I laugh a little, shaking my head at her, not getting it. “Please, Faiza. Explain.” “Look, close-up magic is nerdy as hell,” she says, leaning forward and talking to me seriously now. “But it teaches you a great deal about how to do things in plain sight. And if you can’t even sneak marbles into your sexy brother’s pockets –“ “Oh, don’t be gross,” I sigh, wrinkling my nose at her again. She just laughs, grinning at me, “then you clearly need to learn how to be faster and sneakier with your hands. It all makes sense.”

The only person by chance who could relate to what he was saying was Jocelyn. "Like take it out and put it in an inanimate object?" Jocelyn asked. "Yes. The way Mother had explained to us the other day," Zion said. "I thought you both said it was impossible to take away someone's magic?" I asked. "We are not taking it away," Zion replied. "We are transferring it. In the same way, a mother transfers part of her magic to her unborn children." Magic was very sophisticated and confusing. I wondered how their little human brains contained and understood such complex theories. The only person that was worth understanding these theories was Suzana, and she had proved it time and time again.

I wipe my tear with a finger. My mate is such a child; he can be protective, a playful pup, romantic in the wrong place, fearful, and emotional in a day. The rest of my life will never be boring. I saw Acro walking around the two and when she stretched her neck to squint at me, I lifted my thumb. What's more powerful than magic is words—a power that can soften the corrupted heart. Later on, one of the spellbooks levitates and the pages flip on their own.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.