The core of the queen

Lord Agamanan chants the spell and smoke rises all around us. He takes Darius's hand and cuts his palm. 

Blood starts dripping on the floor.

The lord drew something between me and my grandfather. He places Darius's dripping hand directly above it. His blood soon starts to take the shape of the drawing.

It raises above the ground and starts revolving in the air. Suddenly, my grandfather starts to float in the air. His eyes slowly close like he is sleeping. His head drops down and his arms spread wide.

Light starts to emit from his chest. He silently cries with his mouth wide open and his chest pulling forward.

Then bright blinding light comes out from within his chest and floats just above the blood draw, which is glowing brightly as well.

The drawing takes the shape of my core and hugs it like a protective armor.

My grandfather drops down onto the ground. My father rushes forward to help him sit up.

"Don't" says the witch Lord Aga