* Claire’s POV *
I sit alone in my room, surrounded by the darkness that has come to define my life lately. My magic, once so strong and full of life, has been waning for some time now. I have been unable to conjure up anything, not even the simplest of spells, and the weight of my failure is starting to weigh me down.
I know what I must do. I must use every last bit of magic in me to try to recover Sarah and free William from captivity. But the events of earlier today have drained me completely, and I know that I will not be able to do anything. I can still feel the slight tingling of magic at my fingertips, but it’s incredibly weak, and I don’t think I’ll be able to do anything apart from maybe summoning something towards me.
If only I hadn’t returned my magic, then perhaps I would b
