At first, everything remained the same when I began reciting the spell Brenna gave me. It wasn't a long spell, but I had to chant it continuously until its effect was absolute.
Then I felt something. First was the quick gathering of thick clouds above, camouflaging the moon's soft glow and taking away the sparse lighting I had. Flashes of lightning and cracks of thunder brewed, but I knew those were not rain clouds. I kept chanting regardless, feeling my magic within my veins, sizzling underneath my skin and flowing like static currents at the tip of my fingers.
Shriveled leaves drift low across the forest floor as a light breeze carries them about. The temperature suddenly dropped drastically, and the flimsy material of my top couldn't protect me from the sudden frosty climate. My voice
