FREYA
Neera is looking like a child who is about to open a Christmas present, yet no one shares her excitement. It doesn't seem to bother her, though. She starts, pointing people to their places as if she was a contender for the Hostess of The Year.
Meanwhile, Desmond ostentatiously brings a chair and places it next to the circle, gesturing for me to sit there. Next, he turns to my friends and creates a fireball, making them all shudder at the sight.
“Before we start,” he says, “I have to require everyone to give a magical oath that everything that you will hear today during the ritual will stay between us.”
“Of course, Sir Drake!” Colton stands up first and stretches his hand to the fireball, “I, Colton Hewitt, solemnly swear that I will never share any information that I am g
