Ch. 22
*Ava*
I watch, fascinated, as Tori takes a variety of things out of her black bag. She sits a few glass jars on the table, a small dagger, and then removes a thick old looking book, which I’m going to guess is a spell book of types.
“Ok, Ava” she says, causing me to look up at her. She’s studies me for a moment and then points at one of the small glass jars. I guess this means my lesson is about to start. This sends a small surge of excitement through me and a slight longing as well… a longing for my mother. I wish she had been here over the years to show me these things. Abbi and I would have been much more powerful and well equipped to handle ourselves. My sister may not be in this situation right now.
“This” Tori continues “is a magical ash. We use it in locator spells, alo
