Clare
The Caster standing by Franchesca’s body requested all the descendants excluding Clare and Nathan who wished to participate, to say specific words.
It was when she lifted her head to find her brother that a sharp pain jolted through her spine, rocketing straight to her brain. She screamed as thousands of needles poked through her whole body falling to the ground. Not one of them came to her aid. Endless time passed. What felt like forever, before it stopped, just stopped, and left her out of breath, covered in sweat. Her torso ached like she’d run a marathon. Getting up off the floor she sat back on the old wooden chair.
The descendants were all in a trance, their feet lifted off the ground, as they slowly moved in a circular ring, creating a closed circumference around Nathan, her mother and herself.