Emily in Wonderland

Emily's POV, The early morning sun filtered through the ornate stained-glass windows of the training room, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished marble floor. I stood in the center of the room, my eyes closed, focusing on the magical energy thrumming through my veins. It felt like liquid moonlight, cool and silvery, just waiting to be shaped by my will. "Now, Emily," Professor Hendrix said, who is my new teacher that Queen and King invited him here especially for me. His melodious voice cut through my concentration. "I want you to visualize a shield. See it in your mind's eye – strong, impenetrable, glowing with protective energy." I took a deep breath, picturing the shield as he described. In my mind, it shimmered like mother-of-pearl, iridescent and beautiful. "Good," Hendrix continued. "Now, project that shield outward. Make it real." I felt the magic surge within me, responding to my intent. With a gesture that was becoming more natural by the day, I pushed the energ