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I don’t know how much time has passed by the time I open my eyes, the abbot comes before me, my hands resting on my highs, the stone cupped loosely in my palms no longer glowing, he takes the stone now warm from my lax grip, a wide smile on his face like someone who just hit the jackpot.

I look around, I’m still kneeling in the cave, the acolytes are standing at the same spot as before, but Lily had moved at some point, now standing at Tate’s side, her eyes, wide.

I blink repeatedly to clear my mind, still feeling a little dazed like I just woke up abruptly from a long nap, “Did anything happen?” I murmured lowly, if it did, I must have missed it.

Well damn it, this is beginning to become repetitive and I don’t like it. I'm really getting sick of strange lights either knocking me on my ass or zapping me of all the strength in my body, leaving a weird melting sensation. A little frustrated. I shake my head; I make to stand up but the muscles in my legs protest.

“Shit” palms fl