As Celeste crumpled to the ground, Aurora and Mrs. Thorne sprang into action, rushing to her side with urgency. They attempted to lift her, but she remained limp and unresponsive, lost in the depths of unconsciousness. The ominous purple glow surrounding her seemed to intensify with each passing moment, casting an eerie pall over the room. The temperature plummeted as if the very air itself had turned to ice. Suddenly, a crackling sound pierced the silence, followed by a bolt of purple lightning shooting forth from Celeste's prone form, leaving a charred mark on the wall.
Realization dawned upon Mrs. Thorne in an instant; the spell had spiralled wildly out of control, threatening dire consequences if left unchecked. "Aurora, help me snap her out of it," she commanded, her voice tinged with urgency, as she began to intone a counter-spell. Aurora, still reeling from shock, complied without hesitation, attempting to rouse Celeste from her trance-like state. Yet, despite their efforts, Celeste remained unresponsive, the pulsating purple aura surrounding her growing ever more luminous, enveloping the room in an ethereal glow.
Undeterred, Mrs. Thorne pressed on with her incantations, the words flowing forth with increasing intensity. Gradually, the radiant purple glow began to wane, dissipating like mist beneath the rising sun. Slowly, Celeste's eyelids fluttered open, the brilliant light fading from her form as she returned to consciousness. Confusion clouded her gaze as she surveyed her surroundings, her memory of the events prior shrouded in a haze of uncertainty. "What happened?" she queried, her voice tinged with bewilderment.
"We're not entirely sure," Mrs. Thorne replied, her tone grave, "but you ascended into the air just as the light turned purple."
Burdened by guilt, Aurora interjected, "I'm sorry, Celeste. I never meant for any of this to happen."
"It's not your fault, Aurora," Celeste reassured, her voice imbued with compassion. "We all make mistakes."
Sensing the palpable tension lingering in the air, Mrs. Thorne deemed it prudent to bring their session to an end. "That's enough for today, girls," she declared, her voice firm yet gentle. "Let's pack up and head to our chambers. We'll resume our training tomorrow."
But before they could depart, Celeste's voice cut through the silence again, her words laden with a sense of urgency. "Wait," she implored, her eyes alight with a newfound determination. "While I was in that state, I saw glimpses of the future—a fleeting succession of images."
Mrs Thorne's breath caught in her throat. "What did you see?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Chaos, terror, and destruction," Celeste recounted, her tone grave. "I saw a figure seated upon the throne, whilst stroking a hamster with a crown on its head, a silent witness to the devastation they had wrought."
Aurora's brow furrowed in concern. "But who is this person?" she queried, her voice tinged with apprehension.
"That, I cannot say," Celeste admitted, a hint of frustration creeping into her tone. "Yet one thing remains certain: these events are destined to unfold in approximately a decade."
Mrs Thorne nodded thoughtfully, her mind racing with possibilities. "It seems," she mused, "that you have awakened your latent psychic abilities."
"This is only the beginning," she ended by saying.