Elise regained consciousness, she found herself in a cozy, dimly lit room, surrounded by strange artifacts and the soothing scent of herbs. Her aunt, the queen of the witches since there's not yet a leader of the coven ever since Elise mother died. She sat beside her, gently stroking her hair. "Welcome back, dear one," Gabrielle whispered. "You've been through a lot. But you're safe now." She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her aunt helped her lie back down, offering her a warm, comforting smile. "What happened?" she asked, trying to piece together the fragmented memories. "You were attacked by a dark entity," her aunt explained. "But don't worry, I've cast protective spells around us. You're safe here." She felt a surge of fear. "What does it want from me?" Her aunt's expression turned serious. "It wants your power, dear one. You have been bestowed a special gift, one that many would love to possess. But don't worry, I'll teach you how to control
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