ELIANA.
I shut my eyelids, merging my hands together and as I began to mutter my incantations, the winds picked up with the sound of my voice. There was a spearing light that struck the back of my eyes and it was then I suddenly backed away with a force that threw me to the ground.
“Oh Eliana!” My Grandmother reached out to me, helping me up from the floor but I stubbornly wanted to remain there, even as the candles dimmed and the wind had come to a halt.
“I'm going to try again” I muttered. “It’s clearly not working, Eliana” She whispered but I shook my head. “I’m going to try again and I will not stop until I find my son. Until I get a lead. There’s no way I’m half-witch if I can’t do a simple locator spell?!” There was a crack in my voice.
“Eliana, listen to your Grandma” Denver ste
