"A storm is brewing." The murky gold light that seeped through cracks in the sanctuary walls cast an eerie glow on the kneeling girl, softly illuminating her. She glanced up out the trees overhead- a monstrous cloud rolled across the sky, eating all others in its path.
The whole atmosphere was tense- not only in the weather, but in the dozen or so hooded figures that crowded around her, barely looking at each other. Just being here on a night like this made her jittery with awe, her hands shaking as she pulled out a chalk from her pouch.
"Tamaya, pass me the spellbook."
Ignoring the other girl's slight hesitation -was she too thinking of backing out? - she hastily flipped through the book, and went she got to the page she wanted, went around the pedestal, sketching small eyes at certain points.
"Uhh, Fleta?" an older boy touched her shoulder lightly, concern in his eyes. "Why are you doing that?"
"Sealing spell. Makes sure the first thing he does isn't bl