It wasn't that hard. I use crystals, potions, and pa.s.sive spells. The key to it was pulling the auras together making a spell in a spell in a spell.

"Don't rush me. I'm going to Beth. I'll be back before one and I'll call you then, Phi." I shouted as the spark of gold appears and then disappear again.

Looking at the clock I still had some time to check the tattoo but I wasn't going to bother. I believe in Knight's ability so I wasn't going to travel six hours to get there but just in case I sent him a text.

There was one last thing I needed to do. Placing the photos on the projector screen on my desk and watch as the spell on them rewind into the symbols. Slowly it moves letting me see if for truly what it was and I didn't like it one bit. Turning the incarnation back to the original roots was just so simple. This was a curse from Cambodia, one that is very popular and common but a painful way to die.

I almost jump at the sound of the clock striking eleven. The auction had started without me. This wasn't good, I needed to make it to the auction and sign some papers.

Ten minutes and six blocks later, I was at the largest Wicca supply store in six states. The famous shop was a landmark with their great design, good service, and terrific food. Overall it's a nice place to hang out. I know the owner Sweet Beth personally when she first started out my aunts had helped her with the transaction. In the end, she made it big with the help of her silent partner that no one has idea who he is. The shop attracts enough of both normal and other beings that it kept things interesting. This zone, however, was different. Humans usually wouldn't bother coming to this area as the menu prices alone was enough to scare off most humans.