The winter sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the landscape around the Cursed Castle. The usually strong wind had finally taken a break.
Inside the castle's cozy library, Annalise sat by the crackling fireplace, surrounded by ancient tomes and mystical artifacts. The scent of parchment and old leather filled the air, creating an ambiance of magic and mystery. With a steaming cup of herbal tea in hand, she delved deep into the spell book she had acquired from the Leader of the Dark Witches.
There were quite a few spells she had already learned but yet to master, and there were many left for her to explore.
The more she was training, the easier it was becoming for her to use her powers and create an understanding with them.
