Burning Lifes
They arrived with March Moon looking over them. The energies of rebirth and awakening filling the air. Ostara the spring equinox. They could still hear the music on the air for the witch festival that balances the day and night with the same length. “Delmon, did you bring what I asked?” Catherina asks at arrival. He nods. “This is perfect. This flat rock was once an altar for traditional witches. I came here to clean the other day making the energy stronger here.” She extends her hand to him taking the chalk he places on it starting to draw the protective circle. About 45 minutes after she finished it and looked at the content. “Are you sure this is going to work?” She picks up the bag he put on the floor taking vials, herbs, “Have any other ideas?” He nods. “I found this in the old
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