CHAPTER 87: Spark Of Life

  Emma's POV

  My brow furrowed confused. "I…I don't remember having any special powers," I said, my voice laced with doubt. "Are you sure you're not mistaking me for someone else?"

  The witch's gaze snapped back to the present, her eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity. "No, child, I am not mistaken," she said, her voice firm. "You are the one. I remember it clearly, the spark of power within you, the potential for greatness."

  I shook my head, feeling a sense of disconnection. "But…I don't feel anything. No powers, no abilities. Just me."

  The witch's expression turned sympathetic. "That's because the power is dormant, child. It's been hidden, suppressed. But it's still there, waiting to be awakened."

  My mind reeled as I tried to process this information. A dormant power? Suppressed abilities? It sounded like something out of a fantasy novel, not my real life.