Elly
“I’m not sure how you were raised but running around the woods bleeding is not a good idea.” Elly froze when she recognized the voice. Cecily stepped out of the shadows eyeing the injured hand Elly held to her body. Her other hand went toward the bag of powder only to remember she used the last of it on Rebekah. Noticing the movement Cecily raised her hands in surrender and stopped moving.
“Hey. Sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I think we have you to thank for our freedom.” Panic rose in Elly’s chest and she started looking for an escape route. Everywhere she looked she could see the glimmer of wards. How did they have the time or power to do all of this? More importantly, did Cecily know that power came from her?
“No, no! It wasn’t me. I couldn’t get you out I don’t have power.” She tried to back away from her but Cecily lunged forward and grabbed her arm stopping her from taking another step.
“Careful,” she pointed to the ground. Elly nearly stepped on a ward. “
