Lost Magic

by Alexandria Clarke

  “Here we go,” she said, offering me her arm.

  As the coven began chanting, their auras reached up and filled the sky with a rainbow of colors. With the biggest grin, I clasped my arm against Morgan’s.

  The spell solidified when our blood touched. A blast of neon-blue magic exploded around us like a supernova, mushrooming out toward the crowd. It passed over the coven like a light breeze and disappeared beyond my eyesight. As it fizzled out, Morgan pulled her arm away from mine. Though the small cut healed itself, it still glowed blue.

  “Everybody,” Morgan called to the crowd. “I present to you the newest member of our family: Gwenlyn Bennett Summers!”