A hush has formed over the crowd. They clearly don't know what to expect, so they guess danger. She knows better though, and it gives her a spark of excitement. The people seem to think differently. Armed guards rush at them from all sides, and Freya panics. She wants to see the show, not Nimue and Arian getting shot like Circe.
Something lights a memory inside her, and frantically, she blows the kindling, hoping for something, anything, to stop the onrush. Isleh-he manishcal. She doesn't know what it means, but she hears it in her head. And the elements, don't forget the elements. Nature won't work without its elements, and neither will the power.
And from the back of her mind, while Nimue is firing stream after stream of water and Arian is brewing up a windstorm, she remembers. She lifts her chained hands to the sky and begins to chant.
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Water and Wind
FantasyEvery year, in the old log cabin in the heart of the woods, a face appears at the window. A haunted face, illuminated by the light of the moon with the backdrop of the dark forest. It is the same story each year, the same cabin, woman, circumstances...
