"How long has the Witch had you?"

Luke freezes, his skin tingling suddenly. He can taste the spell now, dry and harsh on his lips - a left over discharge of magic used. There had been something itching his spine, pulling at his attention, but it seems that - despite how well he knows this type of magic, despite how well he knows ( Read more... )

Lucas stared, hard, at the ring in the ground.

Mushrooms grew in a large circle - looping around a tree - just behind the house. The air was bright and crisp with the morning sun. It made his bones ache a little. The inked characters on his skin tightened - around his wrist, his forearms, just under his collar bone. Every place the light touched.

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( The day his mother dies is the first day the Darkness takes him. )