“I sensed that the Earth was in peril,” Issac Washington said as a replica of his body made of Wazad’s golden aspect in the dark room of the Museum. “Miriro…?”
“Has summoned the Witch Moon and doomed us all to be slaves of the primordial gods of Earth,” Wazad interrupted, nodding her head steadily.
“I never thought they would do it,” Issac said with genuine astonishment. “It would be funny if the entire world didn’t have to die along with Miriro. How can she be so shortsighted? The Witch Moon is obviously a ploy to take over Earth, it’s just too good to be true. A thousand days and nights of prosperity for witchkind under the green moon, it’s dumb. Why just a thousand? What happens after that?”
“With all due respect, Issac, I don’t understand what the hell you’re talking about.”
Wazad stared with her eyebrows up at Isaac and he apologized with a smile.
“Sorry, I recognize how pressing an issue this is…”
“Then you’re on your way?” Wazad interrupted again.
“Sadly no,” Isaac said regretfully. “I have stumbled upon something very disturbing on Druont. I do not want to alarm you, so I won’t go into detail now, but you know as well as I do that I am exactly where I need to be. Earth has its defenders, time to be Wazad the Wonderful.”
“Ok, that’s enough of that. I could really use the Samin Seer. I don’t want to have to go bashing up the moon. If his connection to the Morrigan is as strong as we think, he can show us what’s happening up there and we can find out how to free the benevolent deities to help us put a stop to this before the moon comes crashing down.”
“How is Zacchaeus working out?” Issac asked, refusing to speak on Gregory just yet.
“The Needy spoke through him just a short while ago. Gave us a history lesson on moon magic.”
“That is unlike the Needy,” Isaac said.
“And strange. The Needy moved his face in the strangest way. But we didn’t even ask him anything, he just offered help.”
“That’s good to hear. What about Paul Young? What is your impression of him?”
“Paul is an asset,” Wazad said absently.
“Keep a close eye on him, Maria,” Issac said seriously.
Wazad looked at Issac curiously. She hadn’t been called Maria in a very long time. Issac had never called her Maria before, she didn’t realize he knew her real name.
“Should I be worried?” Wazad asks.
“Very, but not in the short term,” Issac said frankly. “I’m sorry to be vague, but there is time before it becomes an issue and we both have things to deal with right now. I have returned Gregory’s powers. Stop those witches.”
When Wazad rejoined the group in the garden of the Museum, Gregory was levitating with his legs crossed. Ivan and Clay sat cross-legged near Gregory, seemingly trying to emulate him. Paul napped in a lawn chair with his feet propped up on a table. Zaccheus stared up at the moon.
As she approached Gregory, he opened his eyes and smiled.
“I did it!” he said excitedly. “I spoke with the Morrigan. She has a plan to free her and the others. If we do that, they can take care of the rest.”
Just as he finished talking, Wazad heard a distant noise that she hadn’t noticed before. She held up a hand to Gregory to stop him from talking and she approached the topiary wall at the edge of the garden. Zaccheus was already there and they exchanged knowing looks. Wazad could tell that the sound was approaching. She lifted a hand and used her telekinesis to part the vegetation and her jaw dropped at what she saw. She turned to Zaccheus, then Gregory, who had followed her to the topiary along with Ivan and Clay who stared at her curiously.
“You need to do the plan now,” Wazad said with urgency. “And it better work. If we’re overrun by witches, it’s your fault Samin.”
“That’s a horde of howling witches out there?” Gregory asked but didn’t allow Wazad to answer. “How is that my fault?”
“You’re calling to the moon,” Wazad explained. “If you managed to get through all the static, the malevolent deities definitely noticed and followed the line back to the source.”
“Why didn’t you warn me about that?” Gregory asked with frustration. The topiary was still parted, and the vision of running and flying people with eerie aspects of magic floating all around them as they howled and cackled with a fury that made them sound evil and ravenous, made Gregory freeze with terror.
“Snap out of it!” Wazad yelled and Gregory tore his attention away from the approaching witches. “We didn’t even talk before you contacted the Morrigan, so this isn’t on me! Now, do what you need to do to the help the benevolent deities while we hold off the witches.”
Gregory swallowed hard and then pulled his legs up from the ground, and he sat levitating to contact the Morrigan.
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