table of contents

1 Nia ................................... 3

2 Camila...............................8

3 Diane................................14

4 Nia....................................19

5 Camila................................26

Epilogue................................31 

                                     1 Nia

    "Hey, guys! Look what I found!" 12 -year- old Nia said pushing open the old rusted door.

    "Ohh! What is it?" Nia's younger sister, Diane asked. Nia held up a piece of paper. "Let me guess" Nia's older sister, Camila said, not looking up from her book. "The Witch Queen's annual ball invitation?" 

    "Yup!" Nia said. "And this year every witch is welcome!" Nia went on.       

    "Listen!" Camila said, getting up from the armchair 

she had been sitting in. "We can't go!" 

    "Why 'MOM'?" Nia asked. 

    "Because, the Witch Queen's palace is too far away!" Camila said, "We'd be exposed for at least three days!" 

    "How?" Nia asked 

    "HEY, guys! Did you forget about me?!" Diane asked. 

    "Sorry" Camila said apologetically. 

    "Camilaaaaa?" Nia asked "Answer my question!"         "Oh, right, we'd be exposed to non-magical people 

 while we'd be on the journey there.

    "Fineeeee" Nia sighed.

    "I promise, we can have a nice picnic out in the woods on the day of the ball" Camila said 

    "Still not as grand as a ball, but it will have to do." Nia said hanging her head low. 

    "Come on!!" Diane said, "It will be fun!" 

    "If you say so" Nia said, still looking quite sad. 

    "I have an idea!" Diane suddenly exclaimed. "Race you to the Wandering Witch market!" She said, tossing Nia and Camila each a broom. 

Nia suddenly grinned and yelled "you're going down!" As they ran outside and mounted their brooms.

    "Three, two, one, GO!" Camila said shooting into the air. Not long after they took off, Nia  caught up to Camila, not long after that, Nia sped forward, and passed Camila. 

    "Hehe!" Nia said as she stuck out her tongue at Camila. Slowpokes, Nia thought. 

    "Exactly what I wanted this race to do, cheer her up" Diane said, startling Camila by quietly coming up beside her.    

 "I WINNNN!!!" Nia's voice yelled from in front of them. The other sisters sped through the trees to try to get to the Wandering Witch market before she got up to something.

                                  2 Camila

When Diane and Camila finally caught up to Nia, she was already looking at a booth selling glass protection enchantments. "NIAAAAA!" Camila said as soon as they touched down. 

    Nia turned around. "What?!" She asked. 

    "You were supposed to wait for us!" Camila said, both her eyebrows raised.  

    "How was I supposed to know?" Nia asked. 

      "HEY, GUYS!" Diane said, getting in between them, so they couldn't see each other.  "Seriously, STOP FIGHTING" 

    "I guess it WOULD  be wise to stop.." Camila said thoughtfully. 

    "I sorta agree." Nia said, glaring at Camila.                     "Well......" Diane said slowly. "What should we check out first?" 

    " Griffin's brooms" Nia said the same time Camila said 

    "Carmine's Spell & Potion Books." Nia frowned at 

Camila. "How about we look at both of them?" Camila suggested. 

    Diane grinned and said, "Well, I REALLYYYY wanna go to the Spell shop! And also the booth that sells enchanted food!" Camila laughed. "Could we check out the spell shop first? Pleaseee?" Diane said with big puppy eyes. 

    "Sure" Camila said. 

    "And then we can go to the broom shop?" Diane asked. 

    "I'm not sure we need new brooms......." Camila 

sighed. 

    "I just want to look at them" Nia whined. 

    "Okay and then we're going to the book shop" Camila declared. 

    " And then I wanna go home, I'm hungry." Diane moaned. 

    "Yes it is getting dark..." Camila pointed out. They hurried through the tight maze of booths and shops, not speaking the whole way to the spell shop. Once the sisters got there, it had started raining, "Hurry, get inside!" Camila shouted as they ran indoors. It 

was a small shop, with potion bottles lining the walls, containing smoke of various colors. In the middle of the room, there was a circular desk, with a tall thin woman sitting behind it. She looked up from her papers, 

    "Ahhh, new customers?" She wheezed. "What type of spell?" The woman asked. 

    "OH?! Oh. None right now, thank you." Diane replied. The woman narrowed her eyes at them, but got back to her paperwork. "Something about that woman is giving me the creeps!" Diane whispered 

under her breath so the woman couldn't hear. 

Diane's sister's nodded. 

    "Maybe we should go home" Camila mumbled. 

    "I agree." Nia said. Then Diane spoke up.                 "Excuse me miss, but we should probably get home, it's getting dark, but thanks for your help!" 

    "I didn't help y....." The woman started but Diane cut her off. 

    "OKAY!!! THANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!" she shouted and pulled her sisters out the door.  

                                     3 Diane                

They hurried to the nearest exit and mounted their brooms, Camila and Diane took off, hoping to finally beat their sister in a broom race. But Nia wasn't even in the air! what in the human world? Diane thought as she and Camila turned around to go back for their sister. Soon, they reached the ground, 

    "Nia, what happened?" Camila asked. 

    "I don't know! I can't take off!" She explained.              

    "Hmmmmm" Diane thought. 

    "Here, get on my broom." Camila offered.                         "Okay...... But what about mine?" 

    " Just hold on to it." On their way back home, no one spoke, all trying to figure out what was going on with Nia. Maybe the magic in her broom is gone? Diane wondered. OR something could be going on with her? She looked over at Nia, riding behind Camila. Nothing seemed wrong with her. Diane and Camila landed in the front yard, that Diane had covered in flowers and mushrooms, for healing spells. There was 

almost no space left in the yard, except for a small patch that led up to the house. 

    Camila got off her broom, Nia and Diane followed her. Diane stepped forward and pushed open the door. They hung their cloaks and hats on the hanger and ran into the sitting room (that Camila had also turned into a library) "We need to figure out what is going on with Nia!" Camila said as soon as they sat down. 

    "How bout I try casting a spell and you try making a potion?" Diane suggested.

 "That might work..." Camila thought out loud. 

    "It's like a test, to see if something is ,like, wrong with our magic!" Diane went on. Nia and Camila nodded, agreeing with Diane. 

    "We should make dinner though, it's getting dark." Camila pointed out. "We can do that test thing tomorrow." Camila dashed into the kitchen, leaving her sisters to get the table ready for dinner. 

     After dinner (mashed potatoes with gravy and chicken) they went up stairs to study a little before   

bed. 

    Camila pulled out a stack of books that she thought  might help them find out what was going on with Nia's powers. About an hour later, Camila checked the clock beside her desk, "Time for bed, it's almost 9 o'clock, and we have a big day ahead of us!" Camila said as she got into bed, drifting off to sleep.

                                       4 Nia

The next morning, Nia woke to Diane jumping on her bed. "Get up get up get up GET UPPPP!!!!!" She cheered. "Camila's making pancakes for breakfast!" Diane said, getting off Nia's bed, and running down stairs. Nia slowly rolled out of bed, the events from yesterday, slowly catching up to her. She slid her feet into her slippers, and hurried downstairs. 

    "Morning sleepyhead!" Camila said cheerily, setting 

down a big plate of pancakes in the middle of the table alongside the maple syrup, blueberries and raspberries. 

    "Morning" Nia responded as she sat down in her chair. 

    "Well, I was up late last night, and I thought of something." Camila said " We should go to the Seer at the Wandering Witches market, to find out what is going on!"

    "I think that's a good plan!" Nia said 

    "Me too." Diane agreed nodding as she spoke.