Under the Blue Cold Moon
With both parts of the blood ceremony complete, we held each other’s hands and began our side of the chant.
The smoke swirled and whirled around Kamari, flowing around her and into her. Her face strained with what looked like pain, but she held in her scream. Her arms flung open involuntarily, the smoke, magic, and light of the moon immobilizing her to the center. Her body lifted off the floor slightly, the tips of her toes the only thing that touched, and before we could do anything else, Kamari screamed an agonizing scream and blinding white light exploded from her.
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