“That is my hope.” She kissed the top of my head and sighed. “But Lily, there are still trials in store, and tonight you must be prepared for every possibility.”
Logan
Logan found the witches waiting in a grove not far from the ring of stones.
Dressed in long, white ceremonial robes with thick, hooded cloaks, they stood in a circle chanting an ethereal melody. Golden leaves lifted off the earth, dancing between them, as if they too, could hear their entrancing song.
Afterwards, they gathered in groups of twos and threes, chatting nervously as they waited.
Now was his chance.
Lily
My arms chilled with goose bumps. A warm breeze tickled my neck.
As usual, I felt him before I could see him.
Hey, there
.
I spun around, scanning the dark woods. The sun was still glowing bright, shining through the branches at an angle—blinding me to him.
Where are you?
Back up slowly.
Flashing Orchid the “one-minute” sign, I backed slowly into the low brush until I was scooped up into strong arms, and whisked away into a shadowed thistle, not unlike the enchanted grove.
“Intimidating,” I said, with an eyebrow raise. His cloak, like mine, was thick and heavy. He kissed me before setting me on the ground so he could remove his hood. “Better?”
“Much. I prefer you in your beach hoodie.” I flashed on our first kiss in the sand.
“Believe me, I prefer myself that way, too.”
I had so much to tell him, but suddenly words escaped me. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him again, harder and deeper this time. “Are you ready?” I asked, staring deep into his eyes.
“Now I am.” He squeezed me tighter to him. “You?”
I nodded. “Something amazing is going to happen in there, Logan. I’m not sure what, but it’s going to be the first step toward breaking the curse.”
“Do you think it will have something to do with our amulets?”
“Why? What did you find out?”
“I had a dream that I think was actually a memory of my mother. She gave me the amulet right before she left me alone in my tree house. I don’t think I ever saw her again.”
“How sad…”
“Anyway, she said my amulet would protect me and that I should never take it off.” He blushed. “She also told me that I was the most special boy in the world, which sounds dorky, but I think she somehow knew I was the Rognaithe.”
I gasped. “She must have. What do you think happened to her?”
“Jacob always told me I was abandoned on his doorstep, but I think she was probably killed that night. She was scared when she gave me the charm, and there were people shouting somewhere outside. And there was a fire... She even told me to keep my amulet hidden, like she was afraid someone was searching for me. Or for it. I’m not sure which.”
“It’s strange…Rose’s mother was scared about something, too,” I thought aloud.
“Who’s Rose?”
“My great-great grandmother.” I told him about the journal entry and where it had left off.
“That’s so weird,” he said. “About the same time you were reading that, I got a sign of my own.”
“What was it?” It seemed like the Seven Sisters were sending us clues that only made sense when we fit them together. But then what did that say about my own scary dream? It wasn’t a message, was it?
“These strange verses appeared on my pillow this morning. About, ‘If light and dark together, possess two single tears,’ and so on. One was hopeful, and the other sounded ominous.”
“Ominous how?”
“‘The earth will shake/ The sun will burst/ A threat beyond the years,’” he quoted. “Something like that.”
“But we’ve seen the mark, Logan. We don’t need to worry anymore.” Secretly I was worried there might have been a warning in my dream that I’d missed.
“I really hope so,” he said. “It’s just that, all these things, like the doppelganger, the doll, and Jacob’s twisted scheming... I’m so ready for real answers instead of all these cryptic signs.” He kissed my forehead. “Anyway, Lil, I’m not going to hurt you in the Stones, no matter what happens. If we’re matched and something, I don’t know— If the energy exchange is hurting you at all, let me know, and I’ll stop. I have no idea what this is going to be like. What it will feel like, and I want to make sure you’ll be safe.”
He was so sweet, it crushed me. “And likewise, for me, too. But I don’t think it will hurt if we stay focused on maintaining a balance.” I told him what Iris had taught me with the candles. “I have much more control than I used to, so I think I can stop if anything gets too rough.”
“Too rough?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Shut up, you know what I mean.”
He laughed, and then we stood quietly for a moment. Leaves rustled as the wind picked up, and I closed my eyes, breathing it all in.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
He held me to him, knowing the moment would be gone long before we wanted it to be. “We just have to get through today,” he said, his words comforting, his voice strong. “And then Lil, we can have everything.”
Nodding, I whispered into his neck, “Be so careful.” I held him tighter, hoping he understood what I really meant: that I loved him. Without him, I wasn’t whole. Not anymore. “Even if you weren’t the Chosen, Lo—even if you weren’t the Rognaithe…it wouldn’t have mattered. Not to me.” I kissed him once more, softly, sweetly on the mouth.
He didn’t answer, but his smile told me he was glad to know that.
That I felt the same about him no matter what.
It might’ve been only magic on the breeze, but the whisper in my head as his cloaked figure disappeared into the forest sounded like
I love you, too.
***
“Where’d you sneak off to?” Orchid asked as we got in formation to enter the Gleaning.
“Logan.” I smiled, flushed with the memory.
“Damn, those warlocks, right? And to think, I used to think human boys were hot.”
I grinned, shyly.
She cocked her head. “You really love him, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“More than anything?”
“Yes. I just want to be with him all the time.”
Orchid started to say something, but then set her lips.
“What?” I asked, “Is that weird? Too over-the-top? I’m new to this, you know.”
Her smile was a little sad when she said, “You trust me, right Lil? You know I’m on your side?”
“Of course. You’re my best friend.”
“Then know it’s all going to be okay.”
“I know,” I said, puzzled. Did she know something I didn’t?
“Just FYI, your lipstick is all smudged,” Orchid said, then smirked. “You did more than just talk when he dragged you away.” She smiled wryly, while I blushed, remembering his lips on mine.
“Stay still.” She surveyed my lips. “We have to do it over. Plus, the color is all wrong.”
“I don’t have another one,” I said.
“That’s when being a witch comes in handy.”
“Go for it.”
She spun a quick spell, turning the shade from a deep red to pearl pink. My lips tingled as she magically brushed it on.
“Better?” I asked.
“Much more you.”
The other girls were already lining up; Camellia was giving us last minute pep talks, greeting us down the line individually. My palms sweated with nervous energy. The loud beat of the drum inside the Stones wasn’t helping. It was ominous, like the gray clouds hovering over the ring, as if they were vying for domination of the pastels of twilight. “Hey, O? Are you okay?”
She seemed distracted. I couldn’t get a good read on her.
“A little nervous,” she said without meeting my eyes. “Aren’t you?”
“Should I be?”
She paused, her face half-shadowed by her heavy white hood, her lips a pearl pink that matched my own. “I think it’s normal for us all to be, right?”
Logan
The traditional Warlock March—performed by hooded elders on wide, black, ceremonial drums—reverberated against the Stones, as the warlocks marched together into the ring. Logan, as the leader of the Ceruleans, led his brothers of the same ranking, followed by the Jade and Fire levels, who’d entered the rings before and knew what to expect.
Under their black hooded cloaks, the boys wore thin black cotton martial arts unifoms; their jackets were wrapped tightly over their bare chests, tied with belts that corresponded to their level. Their feet were bare. On their wrists, they wore leather bands etched with the moon sign, symbolizing the Sons of Darkness.
The boys circled the ring once, before taking their places in order of rank.
On the opposite side of the ring, dressed alternately in black and white, the Congression witches and warlocks stood like chess pieces. Heads covered by thick cowls, they stood in anticipatory silence.
Logan didn’t know where to look. You didn’t look a warlock member of the Congression directly in the eye. Rumor had it that if their gaze locked on yours, it stung like vipers and burned for three days. There was probably a similar penalty among the witches, one he wasn’t eager to learn firsthand.
When the drumming reached its crescendo, Jacob, from under a thick crimson hood, stepped forward to address the crowd. “Sons of Darkness, and Members of the Congression, I welcome you to the Gleaning! Our young warlocks have trained vigorously all their lives for this very Solstice twilight. So without further ado, I’d like to welcome our female counterparts, the Daughters of Light, into our magical circle of Solstice Stones.”
Drowning out Jacob’s boring rhetoric, a new, ethereal song filled the air. While a redheaded witch strummed a golden harp at the entrance, the Daughters of Light entered the ring with such grace, it took his breath away.
The witches’ Mistress appeared, standing opposite Jacob. Facing each other, they extended their arms, palms up. Logan held his breath as a single stone began to glow and vibrate on the dirt between them; then it floated up and hovered between their closed eyes. Spinning slowly at first, it gathered momentum, until an audible swish rang through the air. The stone flew toward the Cerulean warlocks’ formation till it stopped to hover directly in front of Logan.
“The stone has chosen its warlock,” the witch said.
As Logan anticipated, the rock zipped through the air and stopped in front of Lily, whose porcelain face was partially veiled by her thick, white hood.
“The stone has made its choice,” Jacob said.
Squaring his broad shoulders, Logan moved into his position in the ring. He closed his eyes, looking inward, focusing on the battle ahead.
When he opened them, he saw dark storm clouds gathering with freakish speed above the ring. A wind blew in from the ocean, cold and foreboding. At the same moment, a trio of cloaked figures with white masks approached, and presented Logan and Lily with three swords.
Lily picked first. She reached out, and a long, flashy Samurai sword with a purple handle flew into her hand. With quick chopping motions, she tested the weapon for weight and flexibility before slipping it into the sheath at her hip. It fell perfectly, like it belonged with her, was part of her.
A thicker, heavier sword, with a brilliant blue dragon and ancient runes etched into the hilt, chose Logan.
The dragon sword.
He’d often heard about it, but had never seen it up close. The sword of legends.
The trio, dressed in silver robes to symbolize neutrality, stepped between Logan and Lily. “Spellspinners, ladies and gentlemen of the Congression, and young competitors, it is time to invite magic into our circle,” they said in one gender-neutral voice, like a Greek chorus.
Thunder cracked; the wind picked up. The witches and warlocks rose, standing outside the circle with conjoined hands.
Jacob met Lily’s Mistress at the western end of the ring. When their hands touched, indigo sparks flew from their skin.
“Your sword,” the chorus said, reaching out to Logan, who reluctantly handed over the weapon. “And yours,” they said to Lily. Logan glanced over at her, but she was staring straight ahead, focused on the upcoming fight. He should focus, too.
“Mistress Camellia, Master Jacob, the honor is yours.”
Together they raised the swords toward the sky, joining them at the tips. Logan watched in awe as a streak of golden light tore across the sky with a deafening thunderclap.
When the lightning struck the conductors, Jacob and Camellia lit up like live wires, sparking in the rain. Glowing from the inside out, they walked in opposite directions, dragging their electrified swords against the rocks. Electric energy pulsed through the circle as they rounded the circumference, leaving no stone untouched.
So this was the secret of the Stones.
Stonehenge, the Orkney Islands, Melas—the ancient rings were vessels for transporting energy from the elements into witches and warlocks.
Almost as rapidly as the storm gathered, it ceased, replaced by the rosy glow of sunset.
But the circle still hummed with electricity.
Camellia handed Lily her energized sword. Logan took his from Jacob. The trio met them in the middle of the circle. “Bow and begin,” the chorus sang. Logan studied Lily, predicting her first move. She still hadn’t met his eyes.
Without warning, she charged him, smashing her foot, hard, into his side before he could move out of the way. Her eyes changed after the first hit. As he felt the energy drain from his body, flickers of orange appeared around her pupils. This was how it happened, how they changed so quickly.
If this was how she wanted to show off her powers, well, he’d match it. He ripped away from her contact, severing the bond that was gleaning his magic.
In the background, the witches rhythmically stomped the ground, cheering Lily on. Logan felt the intensity of Jacob’s gaze as he backed up to scrape his blade against one of the stones.
When he swept the blade back toward the witch, a bale of wind gathered in its wake, making whips out of her long hair and knocking her to the ground.
Logan sheathed his sword and created an energy ball. Daggers shot from his eyes as he aimed and fired. The energy ball shot through the circle, sucking up more light and heat from the stones as it coursed through the electric air.