Moonlit Magic
The parchment burst into flames, not burning but transforming—the ash swirling upward in a spiral of silver smoke.
The smoke split into three threads, each one curling toward them, seeping into their skin where the blood had been drawn. Rita gasped as it hit her—a connection, sudden and sure, like a second heartbeat nestled beside her own.
Freda’s eyes glowed faintly. "It’s done."
Pru exhaled, flexing her fingers. "Woah."
Rita pressed a hand to her chest, where the bond hummed. She could feel them—Freda’s steady determination, Pru’s sharp intuition—like threads of light woven into her own magic.
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