Chapter Seven
The dried paper almost crackles with promise under my fingertips. It's like it knows the potential power of what it holds and is ready to take on the job.
"Are you sure it's ready?" Daphne asks.
"Feel it, you can tell," I respond, handing it over to her.
She runs her fingers over the edges of it after taking it. "Oh, that's weird."
I chuckle. "Isn't it just? You can feel that it's ready for magic."
"How do you know how to do this again?"
"Mum taught me. I guess I know why she knows how now. I never thought about it before."
"Understandably. How often do any of us think about the lives our parents had before we were born." She shrugs and sets the paper down on my desk. "Now, the spell and the curse. I know the plan for one, but not the other..."
"Actually, I have Rya
