The light witches approached me cautiously, not entering through the French doors but appearing from the shadows on the other side. They’d been training me nonstop for days, testing my resilience and patience, pushing the limits of my powers. Barbie, always efficient, had drilled me on spells and potions, memorizing incantations and identifying herbs, understanding the delicate balance between dark and light magic. She made sure I could distinguish between what was forbidden and what was ...