Tiny black scales slice through the back of Genna's neck. Her head slowly rolls around, just once, allowing all her muscles to loosen. Abigail grips her hand and tugs her back on top of the white powder made-circle.
"I swear if I could beat Genna with my stick, I would." She snips, losing patients.
"Why don't you?" Aiden mumbles.
"Because we need her, too, you twit."
Swirls of golden pigments darted across Abigail's eyes and hair. The floor beneath us rumbled.
"Abby, the powder," Kenneth warned, watch the powder thin out.
Abigail took a breath and settled down. "Thank you, Kenneth. Now, dear. What were you saying? Ah, yes. You want to know if you are the final element, The Guardian of Water." Abigail's eyes trail towards my necklace, guiding me to follow She challenges, "Do you thi
