“No…Leyanne would never choose a side and take such drastic action. She is all for preserving the species, of all kinds. She wouldn’t choose to get on side to rid the world of wolves. She’s an ally. She isn’t bound by a coven or any kind of higher power like most witches. She used to be part of the high council before she even walked away from that. She’s solitary and marches to her own beat, and yes, immortal. She’s over three thousand years old, give or take and no one knows exactly why. Rumor has it her father is some sort of druid lord, and they’re immortal beings. Sorcerers.” Sierra strokes the imprinted insignia lovingly, her face aglow with new light and I glance at her then Meadow, so torn in how to feel.
“So, we have some unkillable, all powerful Sister, walking around with the ability to create unbreakable spells and throw her magic around? And we’re only hearing of her now? Where is she, how do we find her?” Meadow props one hand on the table to slide her fingers under her chin, her other hand waving that finger in the air, with a sassy tone that hints at a mix of disbelief and lack of trust that this is the answer to our problems. Sierra ignores the underlying attitude and beams our way.
“Scotland…. well, maybe. She travels a lot. But she’s Scottish.”
“Scotland! Are you kidding? That’s almost the other side of the world. How the hell are we supposed to get in touch? I balk. “Do you think she has Facebook? Do witches social network? A cell number…. an email?” I sigh in defeat and rub my fingers on my temples to try and combat the brewing stress migraine and exhale heavily. My body heavy, and tired, and everything in me is starting to ache. What I wouldn’t give for Colton to stroll in and take command like he always does, and I bite down the urge to cry with the need for his presence.
“No. But we do have other means to find out where someone is, providing they aren’t hiding from sight. Witches have ways and means.” Sierra closes the book as though she now realizes we never needed that damn page and fixes her gaze on my slumped posture, reaching out a loving hand to comfort me.
“Explain?” Meadow cuts in sharply. Getting inpatient.
“Locator spell. Normally we need a person’s belonging to enchant but we have a room full of books where she added her own spells. We have items she gifted my ancestors, and we have this.” Sierra moves off to a wall of bottles and pulls out one small vial with a glowing white fluid inside, that sparkles like liquid glitter. It looks like a fake bottle for a children’s fairy costume, and I can’t even imagine what it’s meant to be for.
“What is that?” I blink at it, lifting myself up to sit upright once more and push off my fatigue and despair, as the soft glow illuminates the space around it, and she lays it on the table. Acting like it’s made of precious and fragile crystal.
“It’s an elixir, which contains Leyanne’s own tears. She made it for my grandmother when she needed ailment. I’m not sure what it does, but I used to play with this because it’s so pretty and was scolded so many times. A witch’s tears are a powerful thing and they only gift them to people they trust.” Sierra touches it once more, lovingly, and then retracts her hands and stares at it as though somehow it will magically transform into something amazing. I just see a bottle of glitter water and sigh again.
“So, what do we do with it, how do we ‘locate’ her?” I ask tentatively, air emphasizing the word with my comma fingers. Sierra sighs and presses her palms to her chest, over her heart.
“We find the book which tells us how to perform a locator spell. It’s been nine years since I used it and it’s rusty. I used it to find out where you were being cared for, Alora.” She smiles softly at me and I blanche as I click on what she means exactly. The night Sierra crept into my room to bind us for eternity and protect me from Juan. She used a spell to know exactly where I was that night and now that’s the same spell we need to find this witch. A vague feeling of full circle claws at the back of my mind and the fates flicker through my head in weird kinds of ways. I can’t help but wonder if this is relevant.
“So, tell us what the book looks like, and we look.” Meadow interrupts my moment of reverie, on her feet and ready to do something more than sitting here and I nod in agreement. Sliding up from my own chair to get busy.
“It’s green, large like this one, with a dark vine wrapped around to keep it shut. Leyanne is a witch of nature, so it suits. It’s where I learned the spell and I know it’s here. No one ever removes the books, not that they can. The stairwell won’t let a book pass upwards so it will be here wherever I left it.”
“Hmm, okay…. Let’s look.” Meadow jumps to it and starts trawling the lined cases all around us and I follow suit. Moving to the ones behind me and I start passing my fingers along the shelves gently, making sure not to touch them. Something tugging me to my left, and I let it guide me. Like an inner instinct, deep in my belly or my gut and I look that way in response of whatever is urging me onwards.
Sticking out slightly more than the others on a low shelf, almost concealed by shadow because of where it sits, I spot a green book and go to it immediately.
“This?” I call out to Sierra, pointing down and she looks around and gasps in glee.
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