Jinxabell picked up speed, and burst in through the first door on her right. She scanned everywhere, but seeing nothing, closed it and leaned against the door for support.
Her heart was beating a racket inside her chest.
Knowing she needed to keep going, she took in large gulps of air, and began to run. As she did, her hand rose in the air and made a swirling motion. “I summon thee, Alicia, most vile of spirits, appear before me now.”
Nothing happened, and so she spoke louder, her voice betraying a certain emotion. “Alicia, the greatest, vilest spirit, ancient warlock, come to me NOW!”
A sound, not unlike the tearing of cloth, rent the air, and something seemed to sparkle, like lightening, as a light appeared in front of Jinxabell. A golden arc shone bright and a form appeared. Jinxabe
