Willow

Try as she might, Willow could not reestablish her connection to her grandmother through meditation after Morgause’s interruption. She knew that if she went to the pond and meditated, she could be closer to her ancestors.

She tucked the grimoire under her cloak and headed out, glancing around to make sure that no one was watching her.

The sun was just setting over the trees turning the sky orange, purple, and pink.

Willow knelt at the edge of the pond, ...