Melody POV
My hand throbbed with excruciating pain, blood dripping steadily from my torn nails. As I approached my castle, I summoned my magic to swing open the heavy doors—my hands were useless in their current state.
"Urgh!" I growled, my frustration boiling over. My scalp ached as if my hair had been ripped straight from my skull, and now my nails—gone, leaving behind a raw, agonizing sting. With a guttural scream of anger, I stomped to my throne, collapsing into it.
It was then that I noticed my brother, Kyle, entering the room. He paused, staring at me with a peculiar expression.
"What?" I hissed through clenched teeth, clutching my mutilated hand. I tried to summon a gust of air to cool the burning sensation, but even the faintest touch of wind sent spikes of pain through me.
"What happened to you?" Kyle asked, his tone laced with curiosity as he strode closer to the throne.
