Connection

Hours passed, each minute stretching into an eternity. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing. Memories of my grandmother flooded me—her gentle smile, the warmth of her embrace, her unwavering strength. She was my anchor, my guide. The thought of her suffering, alone in the witch world, was unbearable.

The door creaked open, and Elara stepped in, her face a mask of concern. "How are you feeling?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with empathy.

"Weak," I admitted, the truth heavy on my tongue. "But I need to do something, anything, to help my grandmother."

Elara nodded, her expression thoughtful. She sat down beside Duke, who was perched on the edge of the bed. "We need to find a way to bridge the gap between our worlds. There must be a spell or a ritual we can use."

Duke ran a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. "But where do we start? We don't have any connections in the witch world."

Elara's eyes lit up with a spark of an idea. "What about the Mirror of