The journey back home was quiet, each of us lost in our thoughts. Abigail walked beside me, her hand intertwined with mine. I could see the exhaustion in her eyes, but also a newfound determination. She had proven herself today, and I was proud of her. When we finally reached the safety of our home, Zion ran to us, his face lighting up with joy. “Mommy! Daddy!” Abigail scooped him up, holding him close. “We’re home, sweetie.” Bastian and Margaret followed us inside, the tension slowly easing as we settled back into the familiar surroundings. Despite the victory, there was a sense of unease lingering in the air. We had disrupted the witches’ plans, but we knew they would regroup and come after us again. That night, as we sat around the dinner table, I looked at the faces of those I cared about. Abigail, Zion, Bastian, even Margaret. We had all been through so much, but we were stronger for it. “We need to be prepared,” I said, breaking the silence. “The witches will come back,
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