LEAH
I stood before the white sheet of clothing, paintbrush poised in mid-air, ready to take on whatever Sarah would bring with my rush of creativity.
Sarah sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed, my mother's crystal pendant glowing softly around her neck.
“Epikoinonó.”
I whispered the spell she had written down earlier, feeling a shiver run down my spine.
My hands began to move, the paintbrush dancing across the white sheet in bold, frenzied strokes.
Then, I felt the energy build; my heart raced in my chest, preparing myself mentally for the pain about to set in.
Worry plagued me as I watched Sarah tremble as the crystal glowing brighter under her shirt.
It's okay I am right here with you.” I said in a soothing tone, the tremor in her hands slowly reduced.
Then it hit me,
