"Powers of the witches rise
Course unseen across the skies
Come to me, who call you near
Come to me, and settle here

Troubled heart with love's unease
Remove the cause of this disease
Love eternal nevermore
And shift this source of illness borne"

Isabella chanted the words so low, they were barely a whisper. She kept saying them over and over again. Rocking back and forth. Taking deep breaths. Abruptly, most of her candles went out. The lights flickered. And she wondered if she had maybe let her anger get the best of her. She started flipping through the pages of the spell book, frantically looking for something to stop this.

Something wasn't right. Spells didn't feel this way. She felt ill. She was sweating.

And then everything went black. There was something there. Something dark... cold. And it had such a tight hold on her… there was no way she could make it let go.

"What have I done?" she whispers. But it's too late. No one can hear her now.

As the words fall from her lips, the last candle, burning bright, extinguishes.

As does Isabella's hope.