Chapter ONE - Weebly

them that he could use to fuel a spell, except the cloth
itself, which was too far from its living form to be
suitable for a conjuring. He didn’t have to check to
know that his knife had been taken.
The tree itself, on the other hand, offered him plenty
of material for a spell. Either the conjurer hadn’t thought
of this, or he didn’t think that a spell that drew upon
anything less than Ethan’s blood would be strong
enough to harm him. Ethan had little doubt as to which
of these was the case.
He could feel the conjurer; he was near. The power
he used to create the illusion of Anna coursed through
the ground and the body of the tree like blood through
veins. It seemed the night itself was alive with it. Ethan
should have been frightened. Chances were, he would
be dead in another few moments. But he felt strangely
calm. His battle with this conjurer had gone on long
enough. For better or worse it would end here, tonight.
“You’re more than I thought you were, Kaille,”
Anna said. “You have some talent with conjuring, and
more than a bit of courage. I had hoped to find a way
to spare you.”