#18

Emily could feel her heart pounding so loudly inside her chest. As they entered the chamber, she could not stop praying in her mind that the ritual would be a success. This was the only chance she had to prove that she was not a curse. This was her only redemption from all the hardships she had to endure for being different.

The chamber was unexpectedly vast. Her eyes roamed around, lips slightly parted in awe. The place was more like a cult church, with all the creepy things that were used to cast a spell, spider webs, and an eerie atmosphere that made the hair on her back stand immediately. There was an open ceiling where they could see the night sky, and all the stars were glowing perfectly like a bunch of silver lights along the moon.

On the center platform, a woman was standing and had her back turned as she worshipped a statue of a goat. She must be the Highest Priestess, Emily thought, for the woman kept mumbling a foreign language.

"This place is creepy," Laura whispered.

"Qui