The night was long. The mist shrouded the village.
Everyone was asleep and only three people wandered the streets.
Julien and Jackie followed Amelia as she moved towards a certain well.
Amelia took a glance at the abyss-like bottom and went to another spot. It was by a tree beneath which was a clear patch of grass.
Next, she went to the woodcutter woman's house and had a feel of the mirror.
Lastly, she went to the lake.
Using a wooden boat, they went to the middle of it.
"Light that knows no shadow, truth that knows no veil—
By the sacred decree, let all be seen as they are…"
Amelia began chanting while clasping her hands.
The water around them swirled as she did so, and concern flashed on Julien's face.
What was Amelia trying to do?
The still clear water of the lake turned dark.
From within emerged a pulsating crimson pendant.
It fell into Amelia's hands and appeared ominous.
"We should leave." Amelia said calmly.
