“You have a school here? For who? Your soldiers?” I ask to clarify, even though I see four little girls, not soldiers. Grandmother shakes her head, no.

“Yes, it is a school. But not for my soldiers, the school is for other young witches, just like you.” Grandmother watches me to see my reaction. I am shocked. I stumble back into the hallway and one of the little girls turns to face me. She looks tired and dirty, she looks at me and it looks like she needs help. My heart ...