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[indent] Arabelle grew nervous once the plan began. There were so many factors that they hadn’t taken into account. The other wiccans could wonder where Thea went and find them luring her into the dark. The Triple Goddess could return any minute, or her minion with the hellhounds as well. She found herself gripping her coat tighter, until Blu began to play his music. She knew that his abstraction was not being used against her, yet its melody was calming. She took a deep breath through her nose and slowly exhaled. The heat of her breath warmed her cold nose. She kept her eyes on the building and did not blink until the healer emerged. She suddenly felt a twinge of guilt in her stomach, seeing the healer in such a hypnotic state. Could the healer trust them after being enchanted into a meeting, instead of being invited like a normal person would?

That didn’t matter now. Arabelle straightened her good shoulder and let her free hand hang loosely at her side. A sign that she meant no harm, and yet she was here for business. She was glad to hear Ezra explain why they had come. Arabelle glanced his way, a little shocked that he expected the healer to just come with them without further words. Still, she prepared to open a portal to the construction site like they had discussed.

Oscar’s phone rang twice, breaking the silence in the air. She hesitated for a moment, glancing the healer’s way before placing her hand against the mirror and putting her focus into it. She imagined the picture of the mirror in her head, and by whatever magic she possessed, she knew where it was in the small town. By the time she successfully made the link, Oscar announced that Tuyen had been on the phone. Arabelle slowly removed her hand from the mirror while she looked Oscar’s way. The bad news made her heart leap in her chest. She looked at Ezra first, her eyes full of worry, before she turned to the healer. [color=804061] “We left the skull with one of them, for protection because we were coming here, but the Goddess must still be able to feel its presence.” [/color] She didn’t know how the healer would react to this news. Was this her plan all along? No, it didn’t feel that way. [color=804061] “I’ve failed to keep it safe, but we may still have time to get to them- to stop the apparition your friends follow. If that is what you began to do when you gave me the skull, follow me. We can work together to end this.”[/color] She looked at Ezra, then, and nodded. [color=804061] “I’ll go first. Do not stop moving once you have entered. I’ll be waiting on the other side.”[/color]

Arabelle glanced around at their group, counting heads to figure out how many may walk through her portal. She wasn’t sure the healer would follow, but she hoped that she would see her on the other side. So without any more hesitation, Arabelle stepped through the mirror and walked out of the other side, now standing at the construction site with one hand on it. She stepped to the side, but kept physical contact so that the link would remain strong. [color=804061] “The others are on their way. The healer might be with them, and if she is then that means she is no threat to us.”[/color] She looked around at the group, and then her eyes widened as she saw the petrified woman on the ground. [color=804061] “Is she… dead?”[/color] She didn’t look familiar. She wasn’t wiccan or from Araminta. Where had she come from? [color=804061] “What happened here?”[/color]

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