Page 3 of An Ancient Power's Revenge

“Sorry I’m late, Karla,” I said as soon as I entered the spell room. It was a small room in the coven where the witches practiced their spells.

The air in the room carried a subtle mix of herbs and ancient magic. Karla didn’t immediately respond.

Without waiting for her reply, I decided to explore the room. The coven was hidden from the mundane world, and every time I was inside, it felt like I was in a haven of mystical secrets. The walls seemed to whisper with the knowledge of countless spells and enchantments.

As I wandered, my eyes fell on a small pot in the corner. It drew my attention, not because of its size or shape, but because of what it held within – a potion gently brewing without any fire underneath. The liquid inside simmered with an ethereal glow, casting a soft light that danced within the confines of the room.

Every encounter with mysterious elements like this stirred a sense of wonder, a reminder of the extraordinary world I had become part of.

As I observed the potion, a sense of reverence settled over me. There seemed to be some kind of strange energy oozing from the potion. I took a moment to close my eyes, absorbing the energy that enveloped me. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the echoes of spells cast, a symphony of whispers from the past guiding me on my journey of discovery.

As I opened my eyes, I stared at the potion. The allure of its magical dance enticed me, and my fingers instinctively reached out, poised to touch the liquid. However, before I could make contact, a voice broke the tranquility.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

Startled, I turned around immediately to see who the voice belonged to.

It was Karla, her presence emerging from the thought she had been in. “Oh my goodness, you scared me.”

“I’m sorry, Evelyn. I just didn't want you touching that. It's a potion that causes brownscale.”

A puzzled frown crept across my face. “What's brownscale?”

Karla shrugged, her expression holding a hint of caution. “It's just small scales that appear on the skin. Harmless, but quite itchy. Trust me, you wouldn't want to experience it.”

I recoiled at the thought, grateful for Karla’s timely intervention. “Thanks for the warning. I guess I got a little too curious there.”

She chuckled, a warm reassurance in her eyes. “Curiosity is a trait we all share, especially in the world of magic. Just need to be cautious about where it leads you.”

As I moved from the potentially troublesome potion, Karla gestured towards a nearby table with a collection of spell books. “Let me show you something else. A spell that might come in handy… Well, someday, I guess.”

“Okay.” My curiosity was piqued once again. I followed closely after her until we got to the table.

Karla opened a weathered spell book, its pages filled with ancient symbols and chants. “This spell is for protection. It is a simple but effective way to create a shield around yourself. Always good to have, especially when dealing with unknown elements.”

She explained the chant and the corresponding gestures, guiding me patiently through the steps. The room resonated with the spell’s energy as if acknowledging the transfer of wisdom from elder to apprentice.

As I practiced the spell, I felt a newfound sense of empowerment grow inside me. I could sense the subtle shift in the air with each practiced chant.

After practicing for an hour, I was exhausted. The one thing no one told me when I decided to take being a witch seriously washow exhausting it was. After an hour-long session, I always felt like I had just run ten miles.

“Can we stop, please? I think I’ve reached my limit,” I told Karla, panting slightly from the exertion.

The older woman nodded, her eyes filled with a knowing glint. “That’s okay. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow.”

Relief washed over me as I sank onto a nearby chair, feeling the fatigue settle in my muscles. Karla joined me, her presence a comforting reassurance in the aftermath of our magical endeavors.

“I never imagined learning magic could be so physically draining,” I admitted, rubbing my temples.

Karla chuckled, her laughter echoing the wisdom of years spent honing magical skills. “Magic is a force that taps into the energy within and around you. It’s not just a mental exercise; it engages your entire being. It’s normal to feel tired, especially when starting out.”

I nodded, still too tired to respond otherwise.

Karla let out a small laugh. “I completely understand how you feel right now. Don’t worry; the more you practice, the stronger you’ll be. Your stamina will improve, and you’ll find a balance. Magic becomes a part of you, and the exhaustion transforms into a sense of fulfillment,” She explained, her gaze fixed on a distant point as if reflecting on her own magical journey.

The words resonated with me, offering a glimpse into the transformative nature of my chosen path.

“Thank you for guiding me through this, Karla. It’s a lot to take in, but I'm eager to learn,” I expressed, gratitude coloring my words.

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