Mouse and Bat raced out of the kitchen, the spellbook snapping shut behind them.
They didn’t stop running until the shimmer near the back door opened again — a silent invitation home. Without looking back, they dove through.
The familiar comfort of their cottage wrapped around them, warm and safe. The scent of real herbs — not twisted magic ones — filled their noses.
In adventures, sometimes the bravest choice is knowing when to step away — and when to race back toward the light.
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