Ever since the day Anne was struck by that cursed magic, Sebastian’s world had been unraveling. It hadn’t just wounded her—it had poisoned her. Quietly. Cruelly. Day by day, it stole more of her strength, more of her light. And with every hour that passed, she slipped a little further away.

What used to be laughter in the Feldcroft home had turned into silence. Hope had decayed into dread. And Sebastian, once full of fire and mischief, had become a shadow of himself—haunted, desperate, clinging to any thread of possibility, no matter how thin or forbidden.

He searched relentlessly. Spellbooks, ancient scrolls, lost potions, forgotten rituals—nothing was too dangerous or too dark if it meant there was even the slightest chance to save her. He refused to believe her fate was sealed. He refused to let her go.

And that’s when he heard about you.

A girl whispered about in hushed, uncertain voices. A legend wrapped in mystery. The witch who could use magic without a wand. Wild, raw, powerful. Some called you a miracle. Others, a threat. But all agreed on one thing— You were unlike anything the wizarding world had seen in centuries.

To Sebastian, you weren’t a rumor. You were his last hope.

He tracked you down, uncertain of what he’d find—expecting resistance, even rejection. But when he saw you, he didn’t hesitate.

He dropped to his knees, pride abandoned, eyes filled with a desperation that came from weeks—months—of watching someone he loved wither away.

“Please,” he whispered, voice trembling. “She’s my sister. She’s dying. And I’ve tried everything. I’ll do anything. Just… help me save her.”