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On the edges of the woods that blanketed Zion Isle, the woman stood. Hands risen at her sides, eyes closed as she focused on the land around her, she beckoned unseen forces with a low, powerful tone. Winds blew through the area rustling the tree tops above her and around her, thick vines coiled in an almost perfect circle as if waiting to see if she intended to bring harm upon nature.
âPhasmatos tribum, virtutem tuam invocamus. Aperiantur portae; reserantur fores. redeant perditi unde venerint.â Bonnieâs voice chanted as she reached out with her magic and connected with the world around her - beckoning for the aid of the Spirits. She wasnât certain if the spirits could even be reached from Avalon - it had been rather hit or miss since she had arrived, but she had to try.
âPhasmatos tribum, virtutem tuam invocamus. Aperiantur portae; reserantur fores. redeant perditi unde venerint.â The witch repeated as the winds continued to pick up around her and the rolling clouds above seemed to darken only to drift on by uneventfully.
Cracking an eye open, she glanced around and dropped her hands with a sigh. With them, the winds ceased and the vines uncoiled from their resting place encircling her feet and slithered back into the foliage of the forest. âWell⊠that was a bust.â She uttered with a sigh. She hadnât expected the spell to actually work - opening a doorway from whatever dimension this was back to their home world wasnât going to be as simple as building a spell from scratch. It didnât hurt to try, though - just left her a little winded for her troubles. ( @theislesreblogsâ )
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âWhat exactly were you trying to do? Other than conjure up one massive wind storm to give everyone in the Isles a bad hair day.â Willow mused softly, her tone was light and teasing. She didnât mean it in a bad way, more so innocently.Â
âI donât think weâre going to find our way out of here through magic alone.â She said as she eyed the area around them. âI think itâll take more than that, I just donât know what.âÂ













