He's Under My Spell

read, remember?" Priscilla's voice echoed through the empty house, each u

kin. "They wouldn't just ignore me," she whispered, clutching the loa

ccusing them of all sorts of terrible things. "They wouldn't..." Priscilla shook her head, dismissing the thou

k witches echoed in her mind, their jealousy of her parents' power, their

anger. "They've always resented us, ever since Nay and Tay started using th

her parents, accusing them of defying the natural order. "You meddle where you

the bone. Her ancestors, powerful white witches, had

la lit the candles for the ancient locator spell, whispering the incantation under he

ied, the weight of her fear crushing her. Darknes

aces haunting her. Midnight crept in, and still, sleep eluded her

iercing eyes fixed on her. The crow wasn't an ordinary bird. This was Luminous, her family's messenger, a crea

ts throat. "Priscilla," it croaked, its voice

appened to Nay and Tay?" she whispe

d, its feathers ruffling

like a physical blow. "Go

in its throat. "They... they were found in the town

e horrified townspeople, was too much to bear. Priscilla let out

ow, Priscilla. I know." But its words were lost on her. Grief threatened to consu

ce urgent. "Don't show yourself to the

angry murmur of voices rising from the square below, growing louder with

Luminous insisted, his eyes wide

r to leave her childhood home, the only place she'd e

heir collection of rare herbs, the ancient cauldron passed down through generations of white witches. Leaving behin

flames and the terrified squawks of Luminous. With a surge of adrenaline,

her heart hammering against her ribs. Through the trees, she witnessed the horror unfo

elief as the flames licked at the walls, devouring everything inside. Memories of laughter, of fam

t and stinging. "No!" she cried,

simmer within her. The pain of her loss was unbearab

d, her voice low and dang

ole, seared into her memory. She would never forgive them. Never. The