The Skye Trilogy: Isle of Skye, Isle of Night, and Isle of Dawn. * Bonus: Scrumptious Skye Confections Cookbook*

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the ground was a stretch. I was a little disappointed though. I imagined a little spark of magical static enveloping my body.
     
    My Mother opened her eyes and looked at me. “It’s done.” she said raising her head towards the sky. “Blessed be by the Gods."
     
    “Ummm, not to sound ungrateful to the...Gods, but was something supposed to happen to me? I mean, how do you even realize the spell is gone?"
     
    My mom smiled. “Willa your aura is pulsating right now. It’s quite lovely. Your energy is pretty strong."
     
    "Huh, if you say so Obi Caster One but honestly I got nothing here. I'm exactly the same as I was a few minutes ago."
     
    “What I want you to do next is open yourself up to the elements...”
     
    “If you say open your chakras, I’m sorry but there's no way I can sit here seriously.” I interrupted
     
    “I want you to be aware of your surroundings and your place in them. Close your eyes and search out the earth, the air and the water."
     
    "What about Fire?" I asked
     
    “Once you open yourself up, we will do a simple spell to cast witch fire. Fire is the first task learned and the last to lose amongst all Casters. To create it you must first prepare yourself with the others,” she answered
     
    I closed my eyes, my mouth twitching a bit. I felt a little silly sitting here in the grass searching out the elements. Slowly I began to relax and open myself up to the surrounding nature. I could smell the rich earth beneath me. I also started to pick up a whiff of the dryness of the sandy soil that surrounded the perimeter of our property. An earthy smell of soil, grass and flowers seemed to envelope me and my eyes popped open as something tickled my cheeks. The grass, which was cut short, had grown into three foot little green and brown swirls around me.
     
    "You're doing it honey. The Earth is showing she recognizes you and gives you her blessing as one of her own,” my mother breathed. “Give her thanks and try the others now."
     
    I almost didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay in this warm, earthy embrace, but I softly muttered thanks and started to search out the Air. Since the day was hot and dry, it was hard to get even a whisper of it. Slowly a warm caress of air came around me, lifting my hair and almost pressing soft, wispy kisses all over my face and arms. I cracked my eyes open for a second because I thought I must be floating five feet of the ground. Disappointed my butt was still firmly in place; I closed my eyes again and realized this was the Air’s way of welcoming me. Not with an angry tornado but a soft, gentle hello. I again gave thanks for accepting me and moved on to seek out the Water.
     
    I suppose since I lived on the river, and it was a stone’s throw away from me, I had saved it for last. I foolishly thought it was going to be easy. Soon I realized the river was not gentle or embracing like the Earth and the Air. It was raging and powerful. On the surface, I was pulled in by a gentleness that lulled me into complacency but I started to get hit with the currents of its changing moods. The Water and I were almost in a battle of wits. It was testing me. It was testing my strength, testing my allegiance, my fledgling power. I'm not sure how to explain what I did. Even today I cannot explain how I did it. I pushed down deep inside of me, almost like I was swimming against the current. Finally, after what seemed like hours I could sense a slight shift in my favor.
     
    A light mist began to fall over me, and a huge smile came over my face. I felt like I had been through a war and back. I understood at once what the Water was saying with her light mist. She had acknowledged my effort, and while I may never tame her, I had proven my worth as her equal. I gave her reverent thanks and opened my eyes. I let the elements of the earth; air and water surround me for a moment. Without even asking my mom for direction, I praised them all again and gently sent them on their

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