"A-are you sure Yana?" Yrah's hands tightly gripped on Yllana's She could feel the nervousness coming out of her elder sister's system as she tried to hide hers.
'How did it come to this?' She glanced at Blanche who was grinning from ear to ear as she silently watched the two. The crown that used to be on top of her black curls is now gone. 'She really prepared for this, huh?'
"Sister, I have all the ingredients in my hands, but I cannot do the ritual," -at least not yet. She added silently in her mind.
Inside Blanche's room, Yllana led Yrah in the center of a drawn circle on the ground. She has never seen glowing inscriptions like these before. In front of Yrah, a small black cauldron with something think and gooey boiling inside (even though there was no fire beneath) gave off a foul smell. Every time a bubble pops, they hear a sizzling sound.