"Sure," Eda muttered, falling back asleep. "Just don’t lose the bag. Or your head."
The battle was chaotic. Adegast used his illusions to create fake versions of Luz’s friends, trying to confuse her. But Luz looked at her hands again. She didn't have magic, but she had something else. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of "junk" she’d found earlier—Eda’s volatile potions. "Hey, Ugly!" Luz yelled. La Casa BГєho: 1Г—2
The journey was a dream. She fought "monsters" that looked like fluffy clouds, crossed bridges made of rainbows, and wore a shimmering suit of armor that appeared out of thin air. King was thrilled, mostly because his "armor" came with a crown that was only slightly too big for his skull. "Sure," Eda muttered, falling back asleep
King climbed back onto Luz’s shoulder, patting her cheek. "And you still look cool in slime. Very intimidating." Adegast used his illusions to create fake versions
"The Celestial Staff is hidden in the Glimmering Peaks," Adegast said, his voice like velvet. "Only a human heart, pure and untainted by wild magic, can claim it." Luz felt a swell of pride. Finally, a role she could play.
"You aren't a hero," Adegast’s true voice hissed, wet and heavy. "You’re just bait."
Luz smiled, the sting of the betrayal fading. She wasn't a Chosen One, and she didn't have a destiny handed to her by a wizard in a robe. But as they walked back to the Owl House, she realized she didn't need one. She was a witch in training, a friend to a king, and exactly where she was supposed to be.