Aurora’s POV

The morning sunlight spilled across the stone floor, pale and cool. My last day of training had arrived.

In the courtyard, I stood surrounded by the witches, my mentors, my friends.

The air shimmered faintly from the power we had summoned. I held my stance, focusing on my breath, and then let the final strike flow through me.

A pulse of light rippled from my hands, cutting through the air and striking the wooden target dead center. It exploded into fragments.

Mother Elara smiled ...