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Excerpt from Chapter.21 Ithephes, Lania must give the last gift and remnant of her family to a witch in trade for a magic spell that will bind a ship to her soul. She has accepted there is no longer a path home for her.

" You know it then, what it means. What I offer you. My last promise of home, the blessings my family did not receive."  She looked back down at her hands, at the shining metals and the carefully braided yarn. " The blessing I will not receive." Ithephies watched Lania, the back of her hand touched the young lady's cheek to catch a tear.  

" Please, let this be enough."   

"It is plenty."   She then got to work. Ozirein watched from a far corner in the back of the space. Remembering Pequil's hut Lania closed her mouth tight. She sat steady in a seat, with her hand over her mouth. A large low and wide bowl rested on the work table, made of dark and corse stone. Ithephies held the bracelets in her hands and began to roll them. The bells on the bracelets began to tinkle. The sound mixed with the deep hum that rose from the great witch's chest. The daylight outside of the room dimmed and lania blinked. The sound make her dizzy. She watched the bottled ship that rested inside the bowl, her eyes must be tricking her. The boat begin to move. The sails began to flutter. The sound of the bells rolled into the sound of crashing waves and snapping sails. The smell of heavy salt burned Lania and Ozirein's eyes. They blinked rapid as the taste of iron singed their tongues, lania lapped at the taste. 

Ithephes breathed in quick through puckered lips. Her palms together, slid past each other. The metal and string in her hands fall apart and like liquid dripped from her skin into the bowl onto the bottle. Lania felt a pull straight from the bottom of her toes, it felt like summer in her garden at home, sweet and warm. The smell of her mother's hair swirled and tugged at lamia's eyes, tears fell from them at once. The sound of her brother Napauls sharp and obnoxious laugh skipped around her heart. Her hands slug forward. She grabbed her own chest trying to hold all those feelings in, to keep them, hold them for just a second longer. She felt the room sway, like a boat it began to rock, she felt sturdy hands hold  her in place from behind. She made her eyes rise and they caught tight to Ithephes's own. They told her, softly, let go. She did feel it part, she felt her body begin to shiver and shake. She had been holding her breath she realized. The warmth of the garden left, the smell fell away. Her brothers voice trailed and like the last note of a song softened. The bottle burst with white lighting-like light. The melted bracelet moved with a life of its own and collected at the seal of the bottle, eating  it away like acid. The air began to tighten and crackle, the spell was reaching its second phase.  

" Speak one word child and may it be right."

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Thank you to @woodhouse-jay and @urbanteeth the main inspiration for me writing for the first time in about five or so months now. I appreciate both of your kindness.