It was almost the darkest night of the moon, and our “magical warning system” had been steadily increasing the frequency of alerts, so we assumed the dark witch was close. Aria and Jessica had started referring to her as “the wicked step-sister” which I thought was hilarious. One of the things I loved the most about Aria was her sense of humor. Before her, I hadn’t realized how little I laughed. It was just another example of how the Moon Goddess planned our mates.
A few nights previously, Serena had come to me, “Xavier, I must tell you this in the strictest confidence. I have lived long on this land. Facing Soleil and restoring the balance to this land will likely take the last of my magic. You must allow my end to come. Do not try to save me, and do not allow Aria to try. The Moon Goodn
