(Amelia)
I raise my hand and a blinding light flashes throughout the room.
Damien shielded his eyes as best as he could from the intense brightness. Silence followed, and I could sense that everyone was frozen in shock, not expecting such a display from me.
"I never thought I'd live to see another witch make such a powerful light. You are truly a coven witch." Mom said. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms, wishing they would stop looking at me like that. Something came to my mind, but I won't do it without reason.
"Why are you two fighting?" I asked, mom sighed while running her hand through her hair.
I took a good look at the king, and it was clear he was my father; we were practically identical. He looked younger and much stronger now, with an aura of power that left no doubt about his strength.
