Triumphant, I watch her disappear once again into the closet before returning with a wooden box.
The cravings of Celtic writings on the box tends to make me pause and wonder what they mean, but as soon as Valerie carefully opens the box and pulls out the beautiful, crimson crystal my attention is diverted.
She knelt to one knee and handed it over, carefully reaching out for it I snatch the rock from her shaking palm and place it carefully into the scrying bowl.
Immediately, it starts to gleam with power, the rock pulsing with a small glow. Swallowing, I pick up the small hand knife once again and made a large cut in the middle of my palm.
Hissing, I quickly placed my bleeding hand over the crystal and let my blood flow down the rock.
I won’t lie, there was a part of me that expect
