Elsie's pov

The fight with Freya felt endless. Every blow she landed sent shockwaves through my body, but I didn’t care. I had to win there was no other option. My powers were weakening, but I refused to give up. Freya was laughing, her voice sharp and cruel, like nails dragging across a chalkboard.

“You’re wasting your time, Elsie,” she taunted, throwing another spell my way. I barely dodged it, the energy grazing my shoulder and leaving a burning sting.

Before I could retaliate, a strange shimmer caught my eye. I glanced down and saw a mirror lying on the ground, glowing faintly. My heart skipped a beat as a...