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Remnants: Of a Lost Soul
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Something Wicked | Prologue
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          “Too far… you’ve gone too far!” Thalia yelled in anguish, kneeing down beside the coiled body of a girl laying before her. The bad omens were too blunt to for her to take them as anything else -- something terrible had happened. “Oh, Sybil, why couldn’t you have just left things as they were?”copyright protection7PENANAbjISF0BUBN

         Snow fell around the girls. Thalia knew it wouldn’t have been long before Sybil went passed the point of no return. She should have realized sooner when she noticed the dimming of Sybil's eyes. The weaker one got, the darker a witch’s eyes would become. It was clearly written in the texts every witch was expected to know.copyright protection7PENANA6gnqj6wVpt

        Sybil's chestnut hair was dull, her fingernails splintering, lips cracking – all from the loss of power control. In the state she was now, if Thalia hadn’t had known her, she would have guessed the girl had been in trouble for a lot longer than what was true. Typically, it took a witch years to get to this battered state, but for Sybil, only a few secluded weeks.copyright protection7PENANAwxwnFWabOl

        Tearing her eyes away from the body, Thalia glanced to the items that were cast nearest her. Five Mull wax candles surrounded them, each at the points of a pentagram drawn in the snow. A small, iron cauldron was set at the point above Sybil's head, remnants of a brewed potion inside. Sybil's Book of Shadows was to the right of the cauldron, its pages opened to a certain dark magick spell that Thalia recognized immediately.copyright protection7PENANA70FQSkRuft

        Thalia gasped horrifically, looking back at Sybil's limp body. She didn’t notice before because of the position Sybil was laying in, her arms crossed over her chest. Hesitantly, Thalia reached over, flipping the girl’s hands over and revealing a deep, vertical slit down her wrists. All that was left was…copyright protection7PENANAilJGM3NiYc

       “Nuummite crystal,” Thalia said, touching the crystal necklace around the young witch’s neck. All of this for one dead mortal. “Sybil, how could you?” Thalia whispered, incredulously.copyright protection7PENANAMvJiTpe3A3

      To care for someone so deeply that Sybil dared to resurrect a soul in such a way was quite beyond Thalia's comprehension. It gave an entirely new meaning, Thalia thought, to forever.  copyright protection7PENANApI34zWpqrE

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      Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed it~! What spell do you think Sybil casted? (; Comment and tell me what you think, CC is appreciated also.  ♦  More to come in this cataclysmic tale of witchery...  copyright protection7PENANApRc895xo98

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