“It is to Ophelia we call,” Melisse intoned, and I turned my gaze to Elena to see hers holding direct to Serena’s. “It is to Jasmine that we call,” Melisse went on. “Rosehana. Tatiana. Eladora. Millicent. It is to Mary and Brianna and Bella and Kalla. We call to Nissa, June, Alicia, Emma. And we call to Audrey and Blythe, Dya and Magga, Abigail and Frieda. We call to Aileen and Coral, and we call to Fahla. We call to you. We call to our sisters who were lost on this land who have now joined the veil. We call to you for this drawing.”

I could now not only sense but hear the sea was definitely churning.

And the sky was darkening.

Further, there was an odd warmth at my knees.

I shifted my gaze to Silence.

Melisse’s voice rose, out of necessity to be heard above the noise of nature, but also as she fell deeper into the spell.

And now she was rounding us, walking close behind us. I could feel her cloak drift across my skin as she passed me, the material cracking like a whip in a now bitter wind.

“We call to you to fill your sisters,” she chanted. “We call to you to lend your magic. We call to you to give your strength. We call to you to offer your power. We call to you to do what you did when your feet walked this earth. We call you to stand amongst the Sisterhood. To strengthen it. To protect it. To bring it glory.”

As we were becoming wet through, I turned my gaze to Farah. The waters were slapping against the rocks, showering us with their spray.

And I was finding it hard to see her for not only did it seem the sun was disappearing from the sky, there was a thick mist, almost a fog, or maybe it was smoke, blowing up from the center of The Cauldron in the middle of us, at the same time the heat I was feeling grew more intense.

Farah’s hand tightened in mine, mine in hers, as well as my other in Serena’s, and Serena returned my grip as Melisse droned on.

“Cast them down!” she exclaimed. “Offer the blessing! Provide the gift! Give them power!”

The wind was fierce now, and the sea violent.

I could feel it against my skin, hear it in my ears.

And I could sense it, as if I could see the wind blowing, the sea rising up to crash against rock.

No, it wasn’t seeing.

It was as if I was a part of it.

It was a part of me blowing.

It was a part of me rising against the shore.

I felt something touch me at my hip, another at my ankle, and I held the hands in mine even tighter as more crawled over my lower half, and I turned my eyes to Serena.