On the map, the temple was now branded with the symbol of water. Two wavy, parallel lines began to swirl around and around, growing brighter and more brilliant with each movement.
But this felt different than it had with fire. It wasn’t right. She couldn’t look away; her gaze was fixed upon the symbol burning bright beneath the amethyst ring. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Enough,” she gasped. “How do I end this?”
Before, Alexius had pulled her free from the spell. How was she to do it on her own? Could she? Or would this blazing light scorch her eyes right out of her head, leaving her blind?
Her heart raced, pounding loudly in her ears. The painful brightness before her eyes continued to grow into a scream building at the back of her throat. . . .
Then everything went black.
There was nothing for her to sense, nothing to feel. Only silence and darkness surrounded her for a small eternity.
Terrified, she blinked rapidly as four human figures took form before her eyes. They couldn’t be real; these figures shimmered like the map of Mytica had. Like they were made of light and magic.
What is happening?
One of the figures, a stunningly beautiful young woman with long golden hair and sapphire eyes, spoke. “It’s come to this. Give them back to me, Eva. I’ve won. You’ve lost. Don’t make this any worse than it has to be.”
Eva.
Lucia drew in a sharp breath in at the sound of the original sorceress’s name.
Eva was just as beautiful as the shimmering, golden creature, but she had dark hair and eyes the color of midnight. She shook her head. “You’ll have to take them from me.”
“If you insist.” The golden one nodded to two girls next to her—one with dark hair, one with light. “Take them.”
There was something wrong with Eva; she was pale and shivering. But even though she knelt on the ground before the golden one, she looked up at her with defiance.
The girls came forward and snatched up the objects lying on the ground before Eva—four small crystal orbs.
Lucia watched in stunned silence.
“Such a stupid mistake.” Eva shook her head. “You will regret following her orders.”
“Shut up, you fool,” the dark-haired girl snapped. “You wanted to keep this power all to yourself.”
“No. I wanted to protect you from it. But it’s too late now.”
Each girl held two crystals. They swiftly grew brighter in their grips until they blazed like tiny suns.
“What’s happening?” The fair-haired girl gasped, staring down at the spheres of amber and moonstone she was holding.
“Stop this.” Panic rose in the golden woman’s voice. “No! This cannot happen.”
“I warned you, Melenia. Over and over.” Eva clenched her fists at her sides. “But you ignored me.”
Lucia shot her gaze to the golden one, as if seeing her for the first time.
“I—I can’t let go!” cried the dark-haired girl, who held aquamarine and obsidian. “It hurts!”
Melenia rushed toward Eva and grasped her throat, digging her fingers in without mercy. “Stop this.”
“I can’t. It’s too late. This was your choice. Always remember that.”
“I’ve stolen your magic. You have nothing left. You should be dead already. This is the end for you.”
Eva eyed her with disdain, but didn’t attempt to free herself. “Do you honestly think it’s that easy? My magic is eternal. My blood on your hands seals your fate.”