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“No, we are about to banish 1000’s of dead witches to harness their magic to bring Marabella back.”
“I understood that part,” Jonah says.
“You can't be in here for this,” I tell Jonah, my voice firm. The manor might not survive this, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. For her.
“They aren't going to want to leave, Jonah,” Dominic warns him.
“Pardon?” Jonah looks at me, trying to understand.
“Kaif is tying his life force to Marabella's to bring her back, he needs magic, he needs their magic, and they'll fight him for it.” Jonah's eyes hold mine.
“Not all dead want to leave this realm, Kaif using their magic, they may very well kill him to stop him from banishing them when he takes it,” Dominic tries to explain.
Jonah's eyes are filled with a mix of fear and understanding. “But you're staying?” he asks, glancing at Dominic.
Dominic's voice is unwavering, “Yes, if they want to harm my son, they have to get through me first.”
I prepare myself, ready to harness the magic of thousands, to bring Marabella back, no matter the cost. Jonah, finally understanding, does as he is told while I start the incantation.
I clench my hands, holding tight to the medallion in my right, and a witch’s dagger in my left. The air around me shifts and crackles as I feel the power emanating from the Octavian ancestors. My heart is racing as I stand firm against their challenge.
Dominic stands beside me, his expression determined, unwavering.
The Octavian ancestors rise, their translucent forms circling the pentagram. Their expressions are stern, foreboding, emanating lingering energy as they move to thwart our efforts.
My voice echoes through the room as I begin to recite what must be done to complete the ritual, “By the threads of fate entwined, time's decree we now bind. Life to life, soul to soul, make what was fractured whole.”
As I speak those words, a surge of energy pulses through us.
The house starts to shake and crack as the souls that are trapped here and in the shadow realm draw forward angrily. Hissing, they swirl around us like a cyclone of spirits anguished by our presence. I can feel their anger radiating, so potent it sends chills down my spine.
The manor trembles fiercely as if there is an earthquake beneath it, but Dominic does not dare move nor speak out of fear of breaking my concentration. Or worse yet—tempting fate by making a mistake and dooming our bloodline once again. The windows start to shatter one after another, each sounding off like alarms signaling. It is palpable, the force of it shaking the very foundations of the Manor as I continue my invocation.
The powerful energy wraps around us like a whirlwind, creating an invisible shield that prevents anyone outside from penetrating our sacred circle. The power intensifies with each word spoken, and soon enough, the house begins to shake and crack — as if in protest against what's happening inside its walls.
The souls trapped here scream in anger and pain as they attempt to break free from their prison. The shadow realm roars with a loud boom, opening as everyone cursed from my past lives is brought forth!
As darkness descends upon us, lightning bolts piercing through the night sky outside as if providing flashes of insight for those who have eyes open wide enough to see it clearly. All the ghostly Octavian men of our bloodlines stand there frozen in shock, realizing exactly what kind of repercussions this spell could bring about. Knowing full well how huge of karma imbalance this will cause within their lineage should I cast them out, yet they fail to realize, forever caught in their time, that Marabella is our balance. That she already freed them.
But as the tension escalates, a change in the tug of war of their resistance takes place. Ghostly figures of women begin to appear, shimmering in the dim light. I recognize them — the wives of my past lives. Each one a representation of love lost, of pain endured, and of sacrifices made. My heart beats rapidly as I prepare for them to join the Octavian's against me.
To my shock, instead of confronting me, they step inside the pentagram. Each of them approaches, before stepping through me. It's an overwhelming sensation — a rush of memories, love, pain, and a lifetime's worth of emotions. They pass through me, leaving behind a residue of their essence.
However, the last to step forward is one I never expected to see again.
Luna, the one who started it all.
Tears blur my vision as our eyes meet. “How? You were trapped in the talisman,” I manage, my voice choked with emotion.
She nods, a sad smile gracing her face. “After escaping, I hid in the shadow realm. I couldn't face you again, not after everything.”
Her gaze drifts to Marabella, lying lifeless in the center of the pentagram. “We both made mistakes,” she says, her voice a haunting whisper. “But you got something right with her. She broke the curse, she set us free, she set you free.”
A whimper escapes me when Kage appears beside her, not the young child but a full-grown man how I saw him last.
“Kage?” I choke, barely holding on to the power I'm drawing on.
“Now we set you free,” Luna adds. Her words pierce my heart.
