Siphon Her Powers

I peeked around the hedge and saw a plain room.

Several students were off to one side, behind bars.

Most of them were crying, though a few seemed more interested than afraid.

Maybe they thought this was all part of the fun.

Standing over a body in the center of an enormous seven-pointed star, Sera was chanting words I mostly didn't understand.

Large black candles burned a peculiar blue light at each of the tips.

On the ground nearby, wrapped up in make-shift cocoon, lay Heather.

Her eyes were shut, and there was a large splotch of red on her chest.

I covered my mouth to keep from screaming, praying she wasn't dead.

Gabe noticed her too.

He looked ready to attack.

But where was Mizrabel?

I didn't want him to rush in there until we knew what we were up against.

Thankfully, he was still letting me take the lead.

Sera held a wooden bowl in one hand and knelt down, placing the bowl on the ground beside Heather though she was clearly talking to someone else.

"Your life ended a