Chapter Twelve

" Hey you! Lie on this grave." She told the young man pointing to Mateo grave and he obeyed her.

" Malakasha!" She said and he immediately fall asleep. " Now shall we ?" She said sighing.

" Yes! This is going to come through." Mateo said happily.

She took out a small dagger and cut a bit of his hair and place it on a bowl and she moves to the front of the grave and lit three candles. One red, one white and one green candle forming a circle and center herself in the circle.

She lighted a charcoal and added an incense and the smell filled the whole graveyard.

" Be quick Florida!" Mateo anxiously said.

" Don't interrupt me Mateo! Am trying to concentrate here." She said arranging the needed materials.

" Don't miss a thing!!"

" Stop pressuring me Mateo! I swear if this works out, I will smack you!" She said as she brought out the spell book and open to a page, then placed it in front of her.

" Watch over the equipment, I need to change." She said standing up with a bag in her hands walking to the other side of the grave site.

She changed into a white gown and she then packed her hair into a bun. She took out an anklet and wore it on her ankle and place a crown on her head. she painted her face with different colours,she was trying to look like a priestess.

" What is taking your time?" Mateo asked her.

" Is the moon out yet?" She asked walking back into the graveyard.

" Not yet, it will be out soon."

" Then why the hurry, we have to cast the spell under the full moon or have you forgotten?"

" Stop all your blabbing. It is out! Look it's out now, it time!!" Mateo shouted in joy.

" Stop shouting, someone might hear you."

" You are the only one who can hear me so I am not bothered."

" Just shut up! You will burst my eardrums."

" Okay." He responded shaking his head. " Now continue with your work."

She took out a needle and prick the right index finger of the young man,she squeeze out three drop of blood into the smoldering incense and drop the hair into the incense. She went to the grave side and cut a piece of Mateo hair from the part they dug upon his grave close to where his head rested.

She cast the Mateo piece of hair into the incense muttering some words.

" Ouch my lovely hair." Mateo said.

" Relax you will have a new one soon." she said as she took out a white piece of paper and write some words on it and cast it into the fire, she brought out Mateo favourite cloth and burn it slowly inside the lit fire.

" My favourite wear."

" Do you want your clothes or your life?" She asked him jokingly

" Oh my gosh! But carry on!"

" Mi kis la na chanti lava da las hamikis ."