A Dream of Storms and Mourning

'You are more than a small light in a large universe. None of us can deny you have power.'

No one was more surprised than I was when I shoved Chiara down some stairs with bloody magic, but it happened, and now I'm excited to learn how to throw spells around on purpose rather than by life-saving accident. I've been wanting the power to defend myself, and now I have it!

The only problem is that Kate, my witch neighbour and expert on all things magic, doesn't know how to draw my magic out of me again. Fortunately, she knows someone who might be able to help…

But do I really want that?

My magic was locked away for a reason, and it's only thanks to my dream guide, Mischief, that I used it once. Now she's in trouble because of it. Surely this means I should leave it sealed away? But it might also be my only real defence against that elusive Veiled who's after me, so…

It doesn't matter, though. As it turns out, I can do fuck all with my magic. I literally couldn't hurt a leaf—seriously, I tried.

Except, there are some who think me just trying is risky enough, and they're not kidding when they say I need to stop—or else. After all, I've already used magic to hurt someone once. They're worried I'll hurt someone else if I learn to control my magic, but…

What's stopping me from hurting someone else if I don't?