I woke up feeling a surge of energy unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The room was quiet, devoid of any company. The usual heaviness in my limbs had vanished, replaced by a newfound vigor that thrummed through my veins. I sat up slowly, testing my movements, but there was no trace of the pain that had crippled me the day before.
As I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, I felt an overwhelming rush of magic coursing through me. It was as if I had been plugged into a limitless power source. Curious and slightly unnerved, I made my way to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
What I saw made my breath catch in my throat. My horns, which had been broken and splintered, had grown back, albeit just a bit. But the most startling change was the color of my other horn; my once dark horn now had streaks of white running through them.
