Emma's POV

　　My brow furrowed confused. "I…I don't remember having any special powers," I said, my voice laced with doubt. "Are you sure you're not mistaking me for someone else?"

　　The witch's gaze snapped back to the present, her eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. "No, child, I am not mistaken," she said, her voice firm. "You are the one. I remember it clearly, the spark of power within you, the potential for greatness."

　　I shook my ...