Chapter ONE - Weebly

cruore evocatum! Conjured from blood!
Again, Ethan felt the conjuring, and he knew that the
conjurer had as well. But he hoped that the conjurer
wouldn’t be expecting an attack when Ethan had yet to
try a finding spell, and that watching him through Anna’s
eyes, the man hadn’t noticed the blood on his hand and
so would be expecting a weaker spell.
For once, fortune was on Ethan’s side. He heard a
sound—half cry, half snarl. A man’s voice, beyond
doubt, colored in equal measure by rage and shock and
pain. At the same time, Anna disappeared, as if
snatched away by demons. Ethan sprinted to Holin’s
side as quickly as his leg would allow.
The boy yet breathed, though only just, his chest
rising and falling in a shallow, irregular rhythm. The rain
had soaked through his clothes. His skin felt cold and
his lips were a pale shade of blue.
Ethan slid his arms under the lad, knowing that Holin
wouldn’t survive much longer without a fire, dry clothes,
and warm blankets.
“You shouldn’t have done that!” He knew without
looking that Anna was back and standing behind him.