Part 2: Power of Three
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In the Apartment
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Ravyn still wasn't accustomed to her sister being a witch, never mind herself being one.
"So we, like, do spells and stuff?" Ravyn asked Heavynne, and her roomate, Calliope.
Calliope grinned, amethyst eyes flashing in humour. "It's the best part."
"But you have to learn to use your powers first," Heavynne looked at her younger sister. She was inecperienced, but amazingly powerful. She could also sense something was wrong. Without thinking, Heavynne began poking around Ravyn's mind.
Ravyn threw up a metal wall with barbed wire around the top. "Don't bother Heavynne." she told her sister. "I learned this last night."
"How did you learn to block people from prying your mind?" Calliope asked, leaning forward. Her brown hair flashed red highlights in the sun coming through the window of the apartment.
"Out of necessity," Ravyn shivered, thinking about the tall man's dead gray eyes. And the darkness in Kane.
"Who's Kane?" Calliope asked, smiling. "You dropped your guard. Learn to keep it up at all times without thinking about it."
Ravyn sighed, burying her face in her hands. The two witches waited patiently for their sister of the Craft to collect her thoughts.
"I woke up last night. Someone was calling me--in my mind," she looked at her sister. "I didn't know who it was. Whether it was a man or a woman. All the voice said was 'darkness' 'help' and 'Ravyn'."
"And you followed it where it led," Heavynne added.
"Stop reading my mind," Ravyn grumbled.
"I'm not," her sister smiled gently. "I woke up last night to check on you, and you were gone."
Calliope laughed at Ravyn's glare. "Go on,: she urged.
""I followed it." she took in a breath, wishing she didn't have to relive this. "I ran into a man."
"oooo," Calliope waggled her eyebrows suggestively, but was silenced by a look from Heavynne.
"He was at least seven feet tall, very broad shouldered," she bit her lip. "And he wore a red and black mask. He told me not to be afraid of him. Then this othr man came. Motorcycle jacket, red hair. Pale skin-like he was dead."
Heavynne paled, all colour draining from her face.
"Heavynne?" Calliope touched her best friend's arm. "Are you okay?"
"Undertaker," she murmured. "His name is Undertaker."
Ravyn looked at her in confusion. "How do know him?"
"I've seen him-in dreams," she swallowed, peridot green eyes full of tears. "There's so much darkness in him. But the spark of light that resides in his soul is crying out for release. He doesn't know it though."
Ravyn shuddered. "I sensed evil," she told her sister.
Calliope shook her head, standing up. "Why are you guys seeing hot guys in visions?"
Heavynne looked at her friend sharply. Calliope smiled weakly. "I'm joking, for once."
"We need to figure this out." Ravyn said. "Maybe we should go snoop around the arena."
"Good idea," Calliope headed to the bathroom to shower. "We'll leave in half an hour.:"
Heavynne's Room
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She pulled her hair into a poneytail, pulling on black flared pants, ankle motorcycle boots, and a black v-necked sweater. It was fall in New York, the wind was cool, but it was warm enough to go without a jacket.
Heavynne looked at herself in the mirror on her dressing table. *What are we doing?* she asked herself. *We know this is trouble. Why are we walking into it?*
It's your destiny. The voice sounded like her mother's. Then it was gone.
She stood, grbbing her wallet and tucking it into her back pocket.
Leaving
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Heavynne met Calliope and Ravyn in the living room, beside the altar. Ravyn wore a sapphire blue knit top, black pleather pants, and a black pleather jacket, that brushed mid thigh. Her hair was loose, and their mother's sapphire pendant nestled in her throat. Calliope wore black gucci ankle boots, black Guess jeans, and a Betsy Johnson blouse in silver, with a black Gucci jean jacket over it. She had an amethyst pendant around her throat.
Heavynne took her perikot pendant off the altar, fastening the clasp around her kneck.
"We should do a protection spell," Calliope said. "Just in case."
Heavynne pulled the wolf claw and raven feather off the shelf, some garlic and a bay leaf followed. She put the items into the cauldron on the altar, lighting them with a match. The flame leapt towards the cathedral ceilign of the apartment, staying there as the three clapsed hands to form a circle.
"By the Power of three," Heavynne began.
"By the Powers that be," Calliope added.
"By all creatures wild and free," Ravyn said, not knowing where the words came from.
"Protect me and protect thee," they joined in unison.
"As we will," Heavynne added.
"So mote it be," the three witches finished together. Each of their pendants glowed, the spell sealing within the crystals.
"How did I know what to say?" Ravyn asked, as Heavynne locked the apartment up.
"We just have that ability," her sister told her. "I'll explain more later, right now, we have an arena to get to."
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In the Apartment
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Ravyn still wasn't accustomed to her sister being a witch, never mind herself being one.
"So we, like, do spells and stuff?" Ravyn asked Heavynne, and her roomate, Calliope.
Calliope grinned, amethyst eyes flashing in humour. "It's the best part."
"But you have to learn to use your powers first," Heavynne looked at her younger sister. She was inecperienced, but amazingly powerful. She could also sense something was wrong. Without thinking, Heavynne began poking around Ravyn's mind.
Ravyn threw up a metal wall with barbed wire around the top. "Don't bother Heavynne." she told her sister. "I learned this last night."
"How did you learn to block people from prying your mind?" Calliope asked, leaning forward. Her brown hair flashed red highlights in the sun coming through the window of the apartment.
"Out of necessity," Ravyn shivered, thinking about the tall man's dead gray eyes. And the darkness in Kane.
"Who's Kane?" Calliope asked, smiling. "You dropped your guard. Learn to keep it up at all times without thinking about it."
Ravyn sighed, burying her face in her hands. The two witches waited patiently for their sister of the Craft to collect her thoughts.
"I woke up last night. Someone was calling me--in my mind," she looked at her sister. "I didn't know who it was. Whether it was a man or a woman. All the voice said was 'darkness' 'help' and 'Ravyn'."
"And you followed it where it led," Heavynne added.
"Stop reading my mind," Ravyn grumbled.
"I'm not," her sister smiled gently. "I woke up last night to check on you, and you were gone."
Calliope laughed at Ravyn's glare. "Go on,: she urged.
""I followed it." she took in a breath, wishing she didn't have to relive this. "I ran into a man."
"oooo," Calliope waggled her eyebrows suggestively, but was silenced by a look from Heavynne.
"He was at least seven feet tall, very broad shouldered," she bit her lip. "And he wore a red and black mask. He told me not to be afraid of him. Then this othr man came. Motorcycle jacket, red hair. Pale skin-like he was dead."
Heavynne paled, all colour draining from her face.
"Heavynne?" Calliope touched her best friend's arm. "Are you okay?"
"Undertaker," she murmured. "His name is Undertaker."
Ravyn looked at her in confusion. "How do know him?"
"I've seen him-in dreams," she swallowed, peridot green eyes full of tears. "There's so much darkness in him. But the spark of light that resides in his soul is crying out for release. He doesn't know it though."
Ravyn shuddered. "I sensed evil," she told her sister.
Calliope shook her head, standing up. "Why are you guys seeing hot guys in visions?"
Heavynne looked at her friend sharply. Calliope smiled weakly. "I'm joking, for once."
"We need to figure this out." Ravyn said. "Maybe we should go snoop around the arena."
"Good idea," Calliope headed to the bathroom to shower. "We'll leave in half an hour.:"
Heavynne's Room
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She pulled her hair into a poneytail, pulling on black flared pants, ankle motorcycle boots, and a black v-necked sweater. It was fall in New York, the wind was cool, but it was warm enough to go without a jacket.
Heavynne looked at herself in the mirror on her dressing table. *What are we doing?* she asked herself. *We know this is trouble. Why are we walking into it?*
It's your destiny. The voice sounded like her mother's. Then it was gone.
She stood, grbbing her wallet and tucking it into her back pocket.
Leaving
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Heavynne met Calliope and Ravyn in the living room, beside the altar. Ravyn wore a sapphire blue knit top, black pleather pants, and a black pleather jacket, that brushed mid thigh. Her hair was loose, and their mother's sapphire pendant nestled in her throat. Calliope wore black gucci ankle boots, black Guess jeans, and a Betsy Johnson blouse in silver, with a black Gucci jean jacket over it. She had an amethyst pendant around her throat.
Heavynne took her perikot pendant off the altar, fastening the clasp around her kneck.
"We should do a protection spell," Calliope said. "Just in case."
Heavynne pulled the wolf claw and raven feather off the shelf, some garlic and a bay leaf followed. She put the items into the cauldron on the altar, lighting them with a match. The flame leapt towards the cathedral ceilign of the apartment, staying there as the three clapsed hands to form a circle.
"By the Power of three," Heavynne began.
"By the Powers that be," Calliope added.
"By all creatures wild and free," Ravyn said, not knowing where the words came from.
"Protect me and protect thee," they joined in unison.
"As we will," Heavynne added.
"So mote it be," the three witches finished together. Each of their pendants glowed, the spell sealing within the crystals.
"How did I know what to say?" Ravyn asked, as Heavynne locked the apartment up.
"We just have that ability," her sister told her. "I'll explain more later, right now, we have an arena to get to."