Greta Lovelace
I channeled all of my rage into my wand and felt it grow stronger with every thought that ran through my mind—every wrong done, every battle lost. I watched in awe as more power than I had ever harnessed before glowed brightly from the tip of my wand and shot out of it in a magnificent arc of brilliant purple light. The ground trembled beneath us at its force and even the dead trees seemed to come alive, their branches scattering into a thousand pieces like confetti in the wind.
Isaiah's face changed from a confident sneer to shock at this display of raw power.
The Minister stepped in between us before anything else could happen. "Stop! Both of you!" his voice bellowed as a pair of spectacular white wings unfolded behind his back. "Your quarrels will get you nowhere." He
