[THIS CHAPTER NAY SEEM UNCOMFORTABLE AND EMOTIONAL FOR SOME ADERS SO PLEASE SKIP IF YOU AREN'T EMOTIONAL STRONG ENOUGH]
In a dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the worn wooden walls. The air was thick with a musty scent and a sense of ancient magic. The room was cluttered with shelves filled to the brim with dusty spell books, potions, and various mysterious ingredients.
Far ahead, at the center of the room, sat a tall woman in a wheelchair. Her vibrant orange hair cascaded down her shoulders, contrasting against her pale complexion. Her black eyes, devoid of warmth, seemed to pierce through the darkness as she stared into the abyss. The woman exuded an aura of power and mystery, her presence commanding attention and respect.
