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Sister.

Student.

Defender of magic.

My true name was Nizhoni, but only one was granted the rights to call me that.The rest called me Enid Morrigan, and my legacy was one of magic, will, and the support of people who truly loved me.I wasn’t an orphan any longer.I was not lost.I was found, and I had never felt better.

“It’s official, guys,” Jade squeaked as we took our places at the enormous table Brandon had carved for us from the trees that had fallen during what was now being called the Battle of the Rift.

“What’s official?”Judge asked, and his curiosity never ceased to surprise me.

“Us!We have been officially granted the title of the Novum Mobilis Coven by the Council of Covens, and we are invited to vote in the elections for a new leader this spring!”

“What about Armstrong?”Mabe asked, quietly and I reached out and squeezed her shoulder.

“She has been relieved of all her duties, stripped of her magic, and sentenced to live out her days in a hospital for the mentally ill,” the earth witch whispered.

“Good.She can’t hurt anyone else then,” Mabe said, nodding her head.

“Well, cheers!”shouted Tana.

“To the Novum Mobilis Coven!”

“Hear, hear!

I would tell you this is the end, but these things are rarely ever over.More adventures awaited the six of us, I was sure of it.But one thing I knew, without a doubt.

We wouldn’t face them alone.

Later,witches.And welcome to Westwood Academy.Forget what you know and let your magic run wild.

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