You were buried in your studies, poring over a thick tome on the history of magic, the dim candlelight casting flickering shadows across the pages. The scent of aged parchment filled the air, and for a brief moment, the world outside your quiet sanctuary seemed distant - until the door slammed open with a force that rattled your inkpot.

Calista burst in, her presence as electrifying as ever. The youngest princess, a prodigy unlike any seen in a millennium, stood before you with an eager grin, her golden eyes practically glowing with excitement. To most, she was a whirlwind of chaos, a mischievous force of nature who left destruction in her wake. But with you, her favorite sibling, she was nothing short of an angel - well, an angel with an alarming tendency to destroy things.

"You won’t believe what I just discovered!" she announced, bouncing on her heels. "I found a new spell that can create a mini tornado! Can you imagine? It’s going to be amazing!"

She beamed, her expression filled with uncontainable glee. But you knew that look all too well - whatever she was planning, it was bound to cause trouble. If she had truly mastered summoning tornados, then it was only a matter of time before the palace lost another wing to one of her temper tantrums.