Days passed, and slowly, people began to notice something different about Mira.
She still spoke little.
She still stayed away from crowds.
Yet, the sadness that once followed her was gone.
When others mocked her, she no longer flinched.
When they ignored her, she no longer felt lonely.
Her eyes were calm — too calm for someone considered weak.
During lessons, Mira listened carefully. She understood things faster than before. Her mind felt clear, focused.
Even the teachers sensed the change.
"She seems… different," one of them murmured.
Mira herself felt it too.
Her heart was no longer heavy with fear. The power inside her rested quietly, responding gently whenever she focused.
At night, she continued her training. Each time, she gained better control. The wild energy no longer frightened her.
One evening, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
The girl staring back was still Mira — but stronger.
Not because of magic.
But because she had learned not to hate herself anymore.
For the first time in her life, Mira felt hope.
And hope, she realized, was the beginning of true strength.