The Bloody Battle

The witches whirled around, their red robes swirling like a malevolent flower. Their faces were a mix of ages and ethnicities. And all of it? They were contorted into one of surprise and rage.

The chanting sputtered to a halt, replaced by a clamor of gasps and muttered curses.

Annemarie who was caught mid-incantation, shrieked as the power in her voice faltered. The ceremonial knife wobbled in her hand, the tip dipping precariously close to Rain's pale skin.

River's scream echoed through the large chamber, bouncing off the ancient stones and amplifying her fury. Her eyes which were usually a warm emerald, now glowed with a startling silver light. It was a reflection of her awakened power… of her true nature.

The vial in her hand slipped and was forgotten to the dusty floor, the ethereal glow fading as more potent magic thrummed beneath her skin.

Fury surged through River, shortly eclipsing the fear that had gripped her. Her daughter’s life was on the line. These people had hurt he