novelLocator Spell- (1)
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Penny got back inside the room with Damien, the night was colder than the other days and Damien closed the doors of the patio and then the windows so that the air would not get inside the room. Penny on the other hand, went to add more woods to the already burning fireplace and she placed her hands in front of the fire with her palms open. She was happy right now, yet sad for the way she had found her father.
Her mother, she didn't know if she could call the woman her mother anymore. The woman had crossed all the lines when it came to being pure evil. To kill the person who loved her so much with his very heart, putting his life in front of her to protect her, that kind of woman was not worth protecting.
It made her wonder if her father had still continued to love the woman he thought she was even after the revelation.
Her aunt Caitlin had told her that her father had the elemental ability of wind yet he had not used it on her. His trust had been broken and Penny herself couldn't fathom how much shock he must have gone through to realize that the person never loved him and that everything was a charade.
Getting up from there, she went back to walk to the bed. Climbing she sat down, sitting in a very awkward style that reminded Damien of a frog and remembering the frog, he realized the current butler was missing.
"Are you sure the spell is going to work?" he asked her.
Penny furrowed her brows wondering which spell he was speaking about, "What?"
"The one you wanted help from Piers, the black witch down in the dungeon. We don't know how effective the spell is and if it has any drawbacks."
Yes, the locator spell, thought Penny to herself, "I did make sure to check it with him. I didn't want another mishap taking place. He said there was no negative side of the spell but he would need items and belongings of the person, " Penny said to make him think.
"How sure are you that it will work?" he asked her.
"I am not sure. The spellbook spoke about it but a lot of magic has not been written down on it. I think the ones that backfire or the one they weren't sure about, " she replied before saying, "Shall we go there?" Penny knew that Damien wasn't asking for the butler but to find his half-sister Grace, "Let me go get something that belongs to her."
Right when Penny took a step away from him, Damien placed a hand on her shoulder and they quickly apparated to Grace's room in a blink of an eye.
Penny looked around when Damien went to the cupboard and pulled a dress that belonged to his sister.
"This should be alright?" he asked Penny who gave him a nod.
They then went to meet the black witch who had not been freed. On hearing the footsteps, the black witcher woke up from his sleep and he stood up as he had been sitting on the ground.
"You forgot about me, " Piers complained and then he commented, "Did everything work out well? If you are safe and sound, it means you must have defeated the witches, " he continued to say.
Penny picked up the lantern from the corner of the dungeon and lit it up while Damien unlocked the door of the cell the witcher was in, "There's good and bad news. Which one would you like to hear?" Damien humored the boy.
Piers wet his lips, wis. h. i. +ng he could get a gla. s. s of water right now, "Good news?" he asked the pureblooded vampire doubtfully.
"The good news is we were able to close the gate where the black magic is being locked, " Piers nodded his head. Though he was a black witch, he preferred things the way they were and he was somewhere close to how the woman Bathsheba was who both Damien and Penny had not been able to hear or reach out too.
"Bad news...?"
"Well, the bad news. The witches who started the ritual that day, they escaped, " Damien gave the witcher a smile when the boy pa. s. sed a look of horror.
"What do you mean escaped? They will come back and kill everyone now, " the black witch whispered.
"You seem to be very scared of them. I thought you never met them, " Damien tutted him.
Piers shook his head, "I haven't but I did hear stories about the main person who was running the whole scene."
"Do you remember what her name was? What was she called?" Damien inquired. The witcher furrowed his brows, trying to remember but he couldn't recollect if the man who had hired him had ever given the witch's name away.
"It isn't ringing any bell, " Piers said before adding, "If I remember I will tell."
Penny came inside the cell where the witcher and Damien were, "We need you to run the locator spell right now."
"The butler must be very precious, " Piers muttered under his breath.
"No, it isn't the butler. It is someone else, " Penny cleared his question, "Can you do it now?" the boy nodded his head.
"But... I will need a table, " on the witcher's demand, Damien took them back to the mansion and into a spare empty room that had chairs and a table.
Piers looked legitimately scared right now. He stared at the s. p. a. ce around him and then at both Damien and Penny as they had moved from one place to another.
Damien would have taken the man by walk but he didn't have the time for it. They had spent more than four days when it came to searching Grace and by now he could guess something bad had happened to her.
"What else do you need?" Damien asked the witcher who continued to look stunned.
"A candle?"
When everything was provided and set to the requirements of the locator spell, Penny asked the witcher, "Have you cast this spell before?" she had asked this question before but she wanted to confirm again.
"I did cast it once. I had to find a boy's mother as he was separated in the village fair, " when Piers replied with this, Penny could tell that this witcher even though he wasn't a turned one from white to black, he still had some part of emotion that had morals.
No matter what kind of creature a person belonged to it was never certain that they could be good or bad. There were good people and there were bad people in every kind. Her very own relatives, the Artemis were white witches yet they had turned bad while here was a man with a good heart.
Piers started to cast the spell once the candle was lit and was placed at the center of the table where he cast spells. Taking the dress that belonged to Grace, he held it in his hands which went up in flames once the casting of the spell had been done. A single drop of blood had been spilled on the table where the map of Bonelake had been spread out. Damien was sure that Grace wouldn't have gone too far and was still in Bonelake.
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