Chapter ONE - Weebly

so simple that Ethan laughed out loud.
“What?” Pell asked.
“I think I’ve thought of a way to overcome the
concealing spells this conjurer’s been using.”
“And that’s funny?”
“It’s simple, and one of the oldest spells I know. I
should have thought of it days ago.” He pushed up his
sleeve and cut his arm. Then, as he had with Jennifer, he
dabbed his blood onto her face, neck, and chest.
“Revela omnias magias ex cruore evocatas.” Reveal
all magicks, conjured from blood.
Pell inhaled sharply at the sight of Uncle Reg, whose
glowing form suddenly appeared beside Ethan.
At the same time, the entire chamber came to life, as
if Ethan’s blood flowed through the walls, the ceiling,
the stone beneath his feet. The torchlight flickered,
though the air remained still, and Ethan shuddered, as
from a sudden chill.
“I felt that,” Pell said in a hushed voice.
Ethan didn’t answer. He kept his eyes fixed on the
girl, saw the blood vanish from her skin. And then he
caught just a glimpse of what he had been hoping for.