Over the past twelve days, Aurelia had been abiding by the guidelines set out by Head Elder Baraz to protect her from further spiritual harm and attempts on her life by Rasputin. She was boiling the Moly into a tea and drinking the unusual concoction twice a day. She hadn’t experienced a single night terror since beginning the regimen; however, Aurelia had the strangest impression that there was something else she was intended to know... something that Selene wanted revealed to her. Hesitating, she dumped the Moly tea over the terrace’s balcony and watched it soak into the soil below.
“I do not advise this, Evie! It's too dangerous!” Amerie cautioned.
“I know the risks, Amerie. Why am I blessed with the power of an Ansin now and not after my Baptism of Fire? It doesn’t make any sense.”
