Introduction

I hold out my hand in shock. Pulsing from my fingertips is a strange, bright light. I watch it flicker, changing colors from amber, to ruby, then back to gold.

My sister stares in shock, the same phenomenon happening to her.

Sumire screeches, both hands trembling.

I clench my fist, my nails digging into my palms. This isn't supposed to happen. I've never seen anything like this. I sigh, slumping against the wall. What am I supposed to do now?

With trembling fingers, I clutch the mirror on the wall for support. Threads of silver wind of the edge in stunning floral designs. The glass surface is covered in dust. I hold up my hand hesitantly, and touch the glass.

Immediately, my fingers sink though.

I double over. My mouth is filled with the coppery tang of blood, and it feels like fire is rushing through my veins. I moan as my vision shifts and the world erupts with colors. At first, it hurts, but then I'm suddenly filled with confidence and power. I push my self up. In the mirror, I can see my mouth is set in a hard line. My eyes are glowing gold. The light burns brighter and I curl my fingers up.

This is magic.

My magic.

Our magic.

And we'll use it.