Page 54 of Dark Moon Secrets

I didn’t complain or even mention this to Luna. I had to be ready to avenge my parents, and so much time had already been lost.

Who would’ve known Luna could be such a hard taskmaster? She was, but I didn’t care. I was learning the skills I needed to be who I was born to be.

I just wished I could learn faster. I didn’t want to stop for a break or food, even though my eyes strained, my head ached, and tiredness was affecting my concentration. Hell, I’d even give up coffee if it meant I could use my magic to the best of my ability.

I faltered, losing control of my magic, ripples extending out through the burnt orange color and then back to me at a much faster speed. The flame-like magic came back toward me too much. I overcorrected, pushing the magic back out. The magic was in my hands, but the next moment, it wasn’t. It was worse than that. It split in a dozen directions, sparks whirling outward like fireworks.

“Shit.” I desperately tried to bring the sparks back to me.

Come here, you little fuckers.

They continued to flow out. Adding a mystical vibe but one edged with danger to the darkened store’s interior.

One of them landed on the front of Luna’s shoulder, melting the material of her dress. She yelled in pain.

I rushed to her. I had no plan in mind, but this was my fault, and I had to do something.

Luna pushed me away, sending me stumbling backward. I had no idea she was so strong.

Before I could grumpily say I was just trying to help, blue-light magic moved from her hand into her shoulder, and she sighed.

Sure, she didn’t need me, but I needed her.

Luna rushed forward, and I stepped aside. A counter spell left her hands, and thick tendrils of magic went out, then shattered into cold blue sparks, sending those sparks out to neutralize my mistake. The blue sparks searched out, and my red sparks circled them before joining, gaining speed, before they both disappeared with a pop.

A counterspell is what I should be using. Had I learned that? Was there something I could use instead?

I don’t know.

There were so many more sparks to put out. Fortunately, most were hovering in the shop instead of landing and causing a fire that would end my newfound life.

I had to do something.

A spark landed on the multi-colored circular rug and burst into tiny flames.

“Fuck.” I rushed forward.

I might not remember a spell to help me, but I had thick boots, and they would do better than my magic right now. Stamping on the cinder, I suffocated the fire before it took hold.

No way was I going to take the heat for burning down a shop. Besides, Luna wouldn’t let me forget it. I’m sure the coven wouldn’t either, and I could even add Mia and Caleb to that list.

Just a tiny black mark.

I surveyed the carpet, not wanting to see the damage close up.

This place would go up in a burst of flames and smoke with one spark. I didn’t want to be the one who burned down their inheritance and new future because I couldn’t control my magic.

I inhaled deeply. I could smell more smoke.

Luna had countered my red sparks, but had she missed one?

She was still sending out blue light, which wasn’t as strong as before. She leaned toward her injured shoulder, making her lopsided.

I had to help her. This was all my fault.

Where had a spark landed?

Spinning around on the spot, I couldn’t see any fire or smoke. A fire smoldered somewhere.

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