The Parker Twins

Don't Mess With Magic (1)

"Are we sure this is going to work?" Josie asked nervously as Lizzie started setting up the spell around Hope's unmoving body.

"Of course not," Lizzie said, glancing at her sister. "We literally have no idea what this spell does, for all we know, it could blow us up."

Josie froze. "You don't think it would actually do that," Josie said, looking worried.

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I was being sarcastic. It's not going to kill us...probably."

"Probably?" Josie repeated. "We're screwed, we're completely screwed."

"Jo!" Lizzie said, raising her voice. "It's going to be fine."

"And if it's not?" Josie asked.

"We'll figure it out, besides we owe it to Hope and nothing we've tried has worked yet," Lizzie said, standing up and walking over to her twin.

"We don't even know what the spell does, this is dangerous and dad would kill us if he knew we were doing this," Josie said, her forehead creased with worry.

"Fuck dad. He's done nothing but lay around and give out false promises," Lizzie said, angrily.

She was completely done with her dad. Alaric Fucking Saltzman was an ass and completely irresponsible.

He had tried all of 3 things to try and wake Hope up but when that failed, he gave up. Then, he started drowning himself in his alcohol as he ignored his daughters calling out to him for help.

At least their mom had been trying.

So far she had contacted at least a dozen covens, searching for anything that might help, while their dad just lazed around all day, except for when he had to act like a headmaster.

To say Lizzie was pissed was an understatement. If this was how her dad treated Hope, his favorite daughter - even if she wasn't his daughter - then, how would he treat Josie or her if this type of thing happened to them?

Would he even try? Probably not, if she was being honest.

Lizzie had already been on testy water with him after she overheard him implying that if she got too out of control he would send her to a prison world.

But now, she just wanted to commit murder.

Anyways, the twins had found a spell hidden in some ancient text that, from the little bit they could decipher, said stuff about waking up, renewing, and fixing something. It also had something about changing and correcting paths, but Lizzie was hoping that wasn't that big of a thing in the spell.

Guess they were about to find out.

Hopefully, the spell went right, since this was the first time in a few months that Josie was doing a spell.

It had taken a lot of convincing but Lizzie had gotten her to agree to take back her siphoning abilities for it because it was supposed to be fucking powerful.

So Lizzie played the 'she could die' card if she did it alone.

Was it true?

To an extent. The likelihood of her death was definitely way higher than other spells, but Lizzie didn't think she would.

Should she feel bad for manipulating her sister? Probably.

Did she? Nope.

'Sorry, Jo but you can't run away from magic,' Lizzie thought to herself before shaking her head.

Lizzie looked back at her sister, who seemed lost in thought as well.

"Jo?" Lizzie said, calling her sister out of her thoughts. "I don't know what is going to happen. This may end terribly or it could work. I know this is reckless and stupid and we probably shouldn't be messing with ancient magic that we have no understanding of but it's Hope..."