I pushed against the magic with my own. I needed more power and the tickling of my dark magic buzzed against my skull.

"Join us," one of the voices said. "You know deep inside you are exactly like us and crave the power. Use it."

"No. Magic isn't evil." I remembered the dark vision my magic had shown me. "Both light and dark are needed."

He laughed. "White magic is weak."

"That's where you're wrong. It took white magic to bind my dark ...