A Tiny Witch's Terrible Temper

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…With the Moonpetal held carefully, Willow turned and began her journey back through the Sunken Meadow. The path seemed less treacherous now, the illusions less potent. She walked with a newfound lightness, the weight of her anger replaced by a quiet sense of accomplishment. She had faced the Sunken Meadow, and more importantly, she had faced herself. And for the first time, she felt the true root of her power stirring within, not as a raging inferno, but as a steady, luminous flame.