Mark

Misty POV

Endora's home was a delightful surprise, far from the dark and foreboding place I had imagined. The air in her house carried a powerful yet gentle aura, putting me at ease. The welcoming atmosphere made me feel foolish for ever believing she was a malevolent immortal bent on destroying the balance.

"Relax," she reassured me with a warm smile, pouring more tea into my cup. "I'm sure you could use a break from my grandson. He is gentle at heart, but can be overbearing."

"Thank you," I replied gratefully, savoring the comforting warmth of the tea.

Endora then spoke, acknowledging our shared gift. "So you have the same gift as me, one that is difficult at times but incredibly helpful once mastered."

"I'm getting used to it," I confessed. "My mother prevented me from using it for a long ti……