Zoe woke up sore from her latest adventure, but it was a rare comfort not to have an immediate crisis to face.
She stretched, the morning light streaming through her window, casting soft shadows on the floor.
With a groan, she slid off the couch, her body protesting as she made her way to the bathroom.
She blinked at her reflection in the mirror, noticing how much slimmer she looked.
The weight loss was still jarring.
Zoe hadn't been small since early childhood, and the difference was surreal.
She tugged at the hem of her fitted pajama shirt, marveling at how it hugged her frame instead of covering her.
Her fingers brushed against a pair of her old jeans by the door—a relic she planned to donate.
Lifting them against her body, she stared.
They looked like they belonged to a different person entirely.
She sighed, folding them back down. "Guess I really did get the ultimate magic makeover."
Hey, lovely readers! I hope you enjoyed this breather chapter.
It’s always fun to see Zoe dealing with the mundane side of life—gaming chair woes, awkward breakfasts, and all.
Sometimes, it’s not about the big, world-shaking battles, but the little changes that take us by surprise.
I wanted to give Zoe a moment to process everything, and maybe even let you all reflect a bit on how far she’s come since chapter one.
From chaotic magic battles to mastering pancakes with Snacks, her quieter moments show her growth just as much as the epic ones.
Let me know what you think of Zoe's new “mundane magic” lifestyle, and as always, thanks for joining me on this crazy ride!
Till next time!
I figured out what was going on & I am creeping ahead. Thanks!