Hidden Treasure IV

Juliet unraveled the majority of the spell before she faltered, glancing toward Gary.

At once, the vision of Xav, the high mage, was in their minds, the movements and words fed by some unseen ancestor's memories that were now a part of Gary's remembrances.

Juliet slowed, but she kept moving, her eyes closed now as she turned inward to feel, see, hear and mimic the dark magic spell in reverse in order to free Elizabeth.

Each placement of hand and foot was deliberate and slow so as not to make a mistake. The weight of the spell pressed down on her. It didn't matter that she erased it line by line, that she was undoing something dark and sinister, that slime coated her mind, their minds.

Damonq felt it, so how could she not? His respect for the mage grew. She didn't falter. Not once. No matter how bad it got, and all of them knew the exact moment the spell had been sealed in innocent blood.

Elizabeth cried out and pressed her hand to her mouth, the first sign of real spontaneous moveme