The week had been grueling for Bella. Every day felt like a race against time, a race she was losing. With the discovery of the burgundy book, her initial excitement had quickly morphed into frustration. The first time she sang the storm song, it had awakened a power within her unlike anything she had ever felt. But now, despite her best efforts, the song remained just that: a song. No glowing body, no winds, no magic.
Bella spent hours in the open training grounds, singing the poem repeatedly, trying to replicate the phenomenon. Asher often stood by, his heart aching as he watched her struggle. She was pushing herself to exhaustion, juggling her Luna responsibilities, physical training, and practicing the incantations. Her determination was admirable, but it was slowly consuming her.
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