"aqua, ignis, terra et aer, spiritu adstricti;" Amari chanted on. Shutting her eyes as the whole cabin started to shake. Strong winds was blowing. The Leprechaun was still crouched on the floor, counting the grains of salt, one at a time.
"You don't know what you are doing Amari, your father would die if you send me back!" the Leprechaun reminded.
A wave of fear washed through Nathan and the rest of the circle apart from Amari. He moved to her and touched her shoulder, compelling her to open her eyes and glare at him.
"You are distracting me," she muttered.
"Maybe you shouldn't do the spell. Your father…" his voice trailed off.
"Would be fine. The trickster is just being a trickster. As soon I complete this spell and send this creature back to where is belongs, everything would return to normal," Amari revealed.
"Are you sure?" Nathan asked.
"Trust me, I wouldn't risk my father's life if I wasn't sure," Amari said, ending with a deep breath.