I can feel the magic boiling inside my veins, as I quicken my pace, ignoring everything and everyone else. The warrior witches beside my mother try to prevent me from getting to her, but I murmur the incantation that sets an air shield around me.
At the use of other type of magic, the element of blood sizzles angrily inside me, wanting to get out. Oh, don’t worry. I’ll let you out. I’ll let you do anything you want to her because she’s a monster. And she needs to pay for what she did.
“Stand back, apprentice!” a wizard yells at me from beside my mother, holding her in a tight grip, while trying to stop me with a bombard of spells. But they all bounce right off my shield, until I suddenly realize there’s no protection around me. The magic they send at me, bounces right off my skin.
Pushi
