DAVID

“What happened exactly?” I asked as I observed the human girl resting on the king-sized bed. She reeked of magic. A disturbing kind that made me suspect there was the involvement of root magic. Elder Quentin must have sensed it too. Because all he did was chant a warding incantation. Witches of the Primrose dabbled in leaf and branch magic. It was safe and the consequences of those spells were minimal. Root magic however was a different subject matter on its own. It was far dangerous, super complicated and there were tons of consequences if one was willing to pay the price. My family, the Blossoms dabbled in every...