Ana screamed in agony as she felt her daughter's magic throw her against the small cabin's wall, as if she were a mere rag doll. The haze of pain that soon erupted clouded her thoughts. Her daughter, Sage, eyes wide with confusion and panic, struggled to control her magic, its black tendrils swirling around her small face. Their pet dragon, Daffodil, lay trembling in fear under her owners' small, beige wooden table, occasionally her long, slender snout opening and blowing tiny hints of smoke through her wide nostrils.