Taliesin looked at her with new respect. “You went there? To Wizards School Island? Everyone knows it is an incredibly dangerous place.”

“I know it now… I met the Vizier there and escaped just in time with my friends,” said Donna, shuddering at the memory. “He started Sound Magic that created a tornado.”

“You have courage,” said Taliesin softly. “You will be a great Wicca someday; I can see that.”

“If my aunt survives to teach me,” said Donna. She felt tears come into her eyes, softly but irresistibly, and could not stop them. Terror, disappointment, and pain all came together, and she sobbed helplessly. Taliesin took her hand gently.

“Cry, Donna. Cry. It will cleanse your heart and make you brave and strong agai...

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