Tahira stormed into the house, her frustration and anger boiling over. Ariana looked up from her book, a concerned expression on her face.
"What's wrong, Tahira?" Ariana asked, setting her book aside.
Tahira paced back and forth in front of the couch, her eyes flashing with anger. "I've had enough, Ariana. Enough of hiding and sneaking around. I'm tired of being left in the dark and not knowing what's going on."
Ariana nodded sympathetically. "I know how you feel, Tahira. But it's time you knew the truth about yourself and your family."
Tahira stopped pacing and looked at Ariana, her eyes curious. "What do you mean?"
Ariana took a deep breath before speaking. "Tahira, you're a witch. Just like your mother."
Tahira's eyes widened in shock. "A witch?" she repeated.
Ariana nodded. "Yes, Tahira. You come from a long line of powerful witches. But your mother kept it a secret from you, hoping to protect you from the dangers of our world."