Kendra POV
There was still no Amy, and it had been a few months since I left home.
Despite the frustration of our prolonged search, I found solace and purpose in my training regimen with Evan. With each passing day, I dedicated myself to honing my fighting skills, pushing myself to my limit in preparation for whatever challenges lay ahead.
Many times, I missed doing magic. It felt like that witch in me vanished. So once in a while, I would concoct simple potions and chant basic spells when I was alone. It was something I didn’t show to Evan, afraid that he would freak out. However, I felt he had an idea I was doing magic. He would sometimes sniff the air when I had just prepared a potion. It seemed I could not hide anything from him.
One day, we found ourselves in a new town. There was
