THE SILENCE BELLOWING INSIDE THE ROOM WAS UNNERVING.
Burning candles in the dark, a mat made of straw carefully rolled over a wooden table, and four shiny black stones with ancient symbols etched on each were all it took for Tonya's mind to be filled with nothing but broken alphabets.
Shifting her gaze between the runes and the woman doing the divination, Tonya clasped her hands together and leaned a little to the table. She had been sitting inside that place for countless minutes, and each of its passing made her confusion bubble harder.
"Umh..." She wanted to call the girl's name but then paused, not knowing what to say. "About the thing... I-I mean the one you said earlier—"
"Someone Powerful." It was only then that the grunge girl, who happened to be a Wicca, seemed to breathe agai
