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Failing Spell

Mother above, the sun was setting too quickly, she fretted. It was too soon! She wasn’t ready. None of them were. The air was heavy, the weight of night setting in oppressive. The daylight was being sapped like her stillness. She hid it well, but she shook. She knew the others were looking to her to be calm, to lead them, to protect them even in failure. And fail they would, she feared. She could not say the words quickly enough, the blood did not drip swiftly enough, the spell was not yet woven.

She knew deep in her bones the moment it became too late because her blood ran cold and her heart seized. She kept weaving.