"Make it come back alive. Wood is wood," Puck said. "Be it a dead tree, the side of a ship, a wooden crossbow, or a simple broom handle, Summer magic can make it come alive again, if only for a moment. This is your birthright. Concentrate."

She takes a deep breath before gently grabbing the wood, staring at it for a moment.

Ash appeared at the edge of her vision, arms crossed, watching them intently.

She doesn't look at him, concentrating on the handle as she breathes out slowly before closing her eyes.

"Any luck?" he murmured. Puck gestured to Claire. "See for yourself."

Glamour swirled around her, raw and powerful.

She soon got it, breathing out as the wood slowly gains a natural color and begins to grow.

The sickness descended like a hammer.

She quickly backs up, crouching as she gets her bearings.

"This isnt working," Ash said. "She should stop before she really gets hurt."

She glances up.