She belonged to them, or was it the other way around now?

"Reinste Flamme," Elliana whispered, looking at her hands in anticipation.

She waited for a few seconds, patiently gazing at her fingers and their prints, hoping to see even the slightest glint.

However, nothing happened. She bit her lower lip before looking at Circe, her dejected face, making them sigh.

'Try again,' They urged.

Elliana nodded at them.

"Reinste Flamme," she tried again, looking at her hands.

And just like that earlier time, nothing happened. Her brows scrunched in confusion, and she ruffled her hair frustratingly.

Was it because she was a dark witch and the purest form of flame wasn't allowed to her? She wondered, feeling sad all of a sudden.

'This is strange,' Circe whispered, and Elliana looked at them, closing the book and hiding it where she always kept it.