Sage's Point of View...
I called my grandmother as soon as I got home, and she teleported to the house as soon as she hung up. My Grandma hugged me in a tight, protective embrace. I could hear my grandmother's heart racing in her chest. She was scared. f**k. This was as bad as I thought it was.
"I prayed in the car on the way home. I haven't done that in a long time," I mumbled as I pulled away from her embrace.
"I'm glad, sweetheart. Our powers are gifts from the Creator. We are to use them to honor the author of life and use them for good. Not for our gain. When we are at our weakest, the Creator shines light through us. We'll fix this, don't worry, Sage," my grandmother promised.
We got to work taking the ingredients needed from my mother's pantry. My grandmother cast the necessary
