It felt distant, like a memory she knew existed but couldn’t quite recall, and when it started to fade, she chased it. Descending the steps into the garden, she halted on the black stone, her heart racing. She tried to calm herself again, holding her breath until her chest grew tight. Just when she thought she’d lost it, she felt the featherlight pulse at the edges of her senses. Magic. It was magic. Her magic!
