Janna Black and The Cite of the Dead
{ 1 } 'Dark Magic... Light magic, what is the difference?' Janna questioned her afflictions, she slammed her hands together in front her eyes, squinting into the shadow of her palms the young girl puckered her eyebrows 'If I create shadows like everyone else...why am I dark? Humans can't create light anyways...I don't think I can' there was The Stone on her tucked knees under her chin 'if I can bring them back I should...I don't care what happens' Janna grabbed the stone in her palms. Leaping off the bed Janna told herself 'I don't care if Professor Potter says otherwise, I will bring them back, with or without his help...'…