Fifty-six:
Crimson Ashland
I opened my eyes, gasping for air again after the scrying. This time, I was sobbing and crying. “Something has happened to them. Something happened to my f-f-family.” I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw that it was The High Priestess.
“Relax,” she said, “I’ve seen this kind of thing before. It doesn’t mean what you think it means?”
“There was darkness and cold,” I said, “my grandmother isn’t dead?”
She shook her head. “Not necessarily.”
“What does the darkness mean?”
“It just means that there is something wrong with her magic. Her magic might have been taken, which doesn’t surprise me, because Raoul would see her as a threat.”
I frowned. “I hate him.”
