Her doubt has caused a delay in performing the spell until now. But she’s ready, and so am I.
The time has finally arrived.
Awakening
Heaven
“Alright, step into the triangle.” I motion to Allie, who does what I say, her mouth pressed in a grim line. We’re both serious, both of us knowing what this means. Will she have powers? Is she witch enough to gain an identity and be accepted by our elders of the past?
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This spell isn’t simple, and it’s one that only high-level witches are able to perform. I find my centre, the burning roots of life that burn within me, and my eyes snap open as I begin chanting the spell.
Glowing runes appear, swirling around Allie, getting faster and faster. I feel the pulsating of energy before her hair suddenly floats around her, and her eyes snap shut.
A moment where time appears to stand still.
A blinding light fills the room, making my eyes water, but I keep them open.
The symbols sink into Allie’s skin, and I feel the surge ofaura reflect in her. It whips around me, and I sense her aura. Her magical aura.
Sheisa witch!
I knew it!
The whispering grows, the witches of our bloodline calling from beyond the veil.
Her power grows, continuing to whip around us, and I close my eyes, feeling the strain on my own power.
“Caladena,” a whispery voice calls, and I let out a breath I didn’t even realise I was holding.
I open my eyes as the symbols, the energy, and the light all fade away, leaving only the two of us here once more.
“Welcome to House di Bianco Galdur. Your witch name is Caladena, and your element is air,” I say, my voice sounding different.
Allie’s eyes open as she looks at me.
“Caladena…” she murmurs. “I can feel it – the magic. It’s nowhere near as strong as yours, but it’s there.”
I smile. “Yes, it’s definitely something. Paired with your lycan, you will now have your element alongside your lycan abilities, making you even stronger. Caladena… it sounds awesome.”
“Yeah…” she says quietly. She’s hiding it, but she’s shocked. Like our family, no one thought she was a witch, and she clearly didn’t either.
“I told you so,” I have to add with a flick of my hair.
She nods. “You did,” she admits before shaking her head. “Well, now I feel like I’m behind.”
“Don’t; my mother was eighteen when she began practising witchcraft, and now look at her.”
“That’s true. That spell was carried out flawlessly, by the way. Nice going.”
“Thanks.” I smile at her, feeling relieved that it worked well, and I’m proud of myself. I had studied it so thoroughly for quite a while.
“Aldona… Mordana… Caladena…” Allie murmurs. “So, our grimoireisfor the three of us.”
I roll my eyes. “Did you really have any doubts about that? I already told you it was, and I’m always right,” I say playfully. She smiles slightly, and I walk over to her, placing my elbow on her shoulder. “Now, come on, let’s clean this up, and then we need to finalise our Halloween outfits.”
“I’m going as The Nun,” she says.
I pout. “Really? Not even a Gothic vampire? That would be sexy!”
