The Art of Magic

Embers of the Past

It was black.

All around her was shadowy black darkness.

She tried to move but her entire body felt heavy, she felt like she was tied up in straps.

The moment her purple eyes adjusted and finally saw through the darkness. She found herself submerged in Ink like water. From a distance away she could see a large pristine Villa. It looked like it was shining, beckoning her to move towards it.

The more she got closer towards the glistening building the heavier her body felt. It felt like she was tied down by rocks, as she moved through the murky waters.

Then she felt like a breeze went past her, and geard a young boy's voice.

"Mara c'mon! We're gonna be late! Sir Fabian's gonna scold us again!" A boy with short blonde hair said towards her as he ran past her. Her mouth moved but what came out was not her normal voice. It was younger, more naive and cheerful. Unlike her raspy and hostile tone.

"Wait! Don't run too fast! Mom's gonna kill me if you trip again!" She said as a shadow of