Lia

I saw the town in the distance, and it made me sick to my stomach.

The town was the definition of a ghost town. There wasn’t anyone around, and I swear I saw a tumbleweed drift by.

It was like I had stepped into some creepy horror movie with western undertones.

My magic was crackling at my fingertips, prepared and ready.

A rustling reached my ears. I cried out, sending a blast of energy toward the overgrown grass. A squirrel scurried out, the edge of its tail singed.

“Lia, my dude, you almost murdered a squirrel. What did that squirrel ever do to you?”

“Nothing!” I shrieked. “And I...