The moment the plant grew instantly, Alexa knew something was wrong with the spell she cast. She wasted no time and hid behind a tree.

She ducked and covered her head as the plant exploded, creating different colors of smoke.

“What did I do wrong this time?” she thought.

Frustrated, she surveyed what remained of the plant. Then she read her writings again for the hundredth time.

She had been there since midnight. Now, the sun was already high. But surrounded by ...