Mrs.Stevenson lit the room with a candle. Pouring various types of leaves and sprinkling salt onto an earthen clay filled with boiling water, she chanted anxiously. She then grabbed a bowl filled with a dead lizard, put it into the bowl, and stirred as she continued to chant spell after spell.
"Mom?" Hannah's eyes grew wide, seeing her mother in an unusual disposition. " Are you alright? I could hear your voice in the kitchen," she asked as she walked into their secret room. "Is there something wrong?"
Mrs. Stevenson paused and turned to face her daughter.
"Our powers are starting to fade, honey. The incantations in the little book are no longer working," Mrs. Stevenson uttered with fear.
"What do you mean our powers are fading? I can still see visions. I can still use magic. Look,
