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corner polished stones with runes carved into them caught her eye.
“What is this place?” she whispered and shivered. How am I going to
get out of here? She looked up at the hole in the ceiling, ten feet
above her head.
Her stomach tied into a knot. It was a mistake! Why did I follow
the Raven? A scream rose in her throat, but she managed to stay
quiet. It’s no use. Nobody will hear me. They will come looking for
me when Sarah and Xavier go back to the coven without me, and
grandma will know where to find me when they tell her I followed her
sigil. The thought of getting help calmed down as her curiosity rose.
She glanced at her watch and cried out, “Oh, no! There’s only five
minutes until sundown. I’m not going to get the iris and… well, at
least I’ll know where to find the flowers next year.” She shrugged
and took a step closer toward the back wall. She could barely see the
runes carved into the dark gray stones. “I wish I’d brought a
flashlight,” she sighed.
“Whoa!” Camilla exclaimed and stumbled back in fright as the
room turned bright. “What the… what’s going on here?” She cried
out but her curiosity was stronger than her fear.
She could see the carved runes clearly. I wish I could read them.
As soon as the thought entered her mind, eerie green light illuminated
the rune letters.
Ye who was born to possess the sight
Brings light into the night.
What is this? Camilla’s legs turned to jelly, and she sat down. I
can read the runes. Is this place like a ‘your wish comes through
cave’ or something? “I wish I could get out of here!” she said out
loud.