Chapter 66

Evelyn POV


"I steeled myself to find Laura; her escape and the secrets she held were haunting my mind and driving me to exceed my boundaries in search of her. In my locked and hidden room, I cast an extraordinary spell on a wooden table, my eyes blazing with an intense and sinister light as I endeavored to initiate a powerful search for Laura."
As I channeled the spell's energy, the room grew darker, the air thickening with an otherworldly presence. The wooden table creaked, and a faint glow emanated from its surface. I felt a surge of power flow through me, my senses heightening as I focused on Laura's essence.
Suddenly, visions flashed before my eyes: Laura's frightened face, a dark forest, a glint of metal. I saw her attending to customers in a restaurant, a pack far from hers and mine. I heard her heartbeat pounding in my ears. The visions vanished as abruptly as they appeared, leaving me gasping for breath.
I knew then that I had locked onto Laura's trail. With a fierce determination, I set out to follow it, no matter where it led.
"She's my main lead," I growled, "and I need to sever her connections with those around her before she exposes my witchcraft and abilities to her friends." I glared at my reflection in the mirror, my fierce gaze shattering the glass as my image remained standing amidst the shards. "I abhor my reflection," I muttered, stepping on the broken glass, the sharp fragments piercing my skin and reminding me of my inner turmoil and pain.
I felt the pain coursing through my legs, but I didn't flinch. I was used to it, accustomed to the constant reminder of my curse. My reflection stared back at me, its eyes blazing with fierce intensity. I hated what I saw and the person I had become.
But I had no choice. I had to keep going; I had to stop Laura before she exposed me to the world. I took a deep breath, the shards of glass crunching beneath my feet as I turned away from the mirror.
I made my way back to the spell room, my mind racing with strategies and incantations. I knew I had to act fast before Laura revealed my secrets to her friends. I began to chant, my voice low and urgent, as I wove a spell of isolation around her.
"But my spell seemed to have no effect on her, leaving me perplexed and confused. My mind raced with thoughts, and I vowed that Arla would pay for all of this. I became engrossed in a plan that grew more intriguing by the minute. A sly smile spread across my face as an idea struck me. What if I were to impose rejection on her? I thought, my smile growing more sinister as I began to put my plan into action."

I began to weave a spell of rejection, my words dripping with malice as I chanted. The air around me grew thick with an eerie energy, and I could feel the magic pulsing through my veins. I envisioned Laura, her face twisted in pain and despair as she realized she was utterly alone.

"The whole situation took a dark turn, and I felt a chilling sensation coursing through my abdomen, like a churning wheel that left me feeling weak and drained. It was an unusual feeling, but I knew I had to muster every last bit of strength in me to process what was happening."
"Nevertheless, I knew I had to think fast and act quickly. I sprang into action, my mind racing with determination. I washed my hands swiftly and moved to the table, ready to begin the procedure. With a deep breath, I started preparing the ingredients, mixing my potion with swift and deliberate motions."
As I mixed the ingredients, I could feel the magic building inside me. It was a risky spell, but I had no other choice. I added a dash of moonstone, a pinch of dragon's breath, and a drop of my own blood. The potion began to glow—a soft blue light that pulsed with energy.
I raised the vial, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it—my last chance to cast a spell of rejection on Laura and save myself. I took a deep breath, focused my thoughts, and tossed the potion at her.
"The vial shattered on the ground, releasing a blast of energy that sent Arla flying into the air. I let out a triumphant laugh, digging my hands into my hair as a rush of excitement and confidence surged through me. I felt invigorated and unstoppable, a rational thought forming in my mind—that I was unbeatable, no matter what challenges lay ahead."
"But my celebration was short-lived, as I furrowed my brow, trying to figure out my next step. I slumped into my chair reluctantly, feeling exhausted and drained. The energy I had used to invoke the spell was so powerful that it left me feeling sluggish and weak, forcing me to collapse into my seat."
As I sat there, trying to catch my breath, I realized that I had exhausted more energy than I anticipated in experimenting with the new spell. "Phew!" I sighed out loud, sweat streaming down my forehead. "What next?" I asked myself, and suddenly I burst into tremendous laughter. The absurdity of the whole process struck me, and I couldn't help but feel a little better.
As I laughed, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I realized that I had been so focused on perfecting my magic that I had forgotten to enjoy the process. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and stood up, feeling a newfound sense of determination.
"Okay, let me get something to eat. I'm famished," I muttered to myself, walking into the kitchen. "Aaahhhh, the whole situation was just so absurd that I couldn't apprehend it; it was making me laugh and giggle anyway.”