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“Me?”
“Of course.”
I don’t understand. “But why? I’m just an ordinary witch.”
Gaia’s laughter is like a gentle melody, filling the surrounding space. “You underestimate yourself, child. There is no such thing as ‘ordinary’ in the tapestry of existence—on this plane or any other. Each soul carries a unique spark, each with their own purpose.”
“Then, a single strand woven into a tapestry could be no more important than any other.”
She chuckles again. “A wise and generous view, though some threads could be cotton or wool, some silk, and still others metallic or tungsten. Each offers varying degrees of strength or beauty or, in some cases, both.”
We walk for a bit longer while I consider that before I remember I have a limited amount of time here. How long did Zana say again? I should have paid more attention.
I still have so many questions I need answered.
“Why did you create the unity bonds with the wolves and the vampires?”
“I did no such thing. It was the intention of the witches at the ritual that forged the bonds.”
I frown at her words. “How can that be? They didn’t want to lock themselves into servitude and abuse.”
“No. I am certain that is true.”
“So how could it have been them?”
We take a meandering path into the shade of the forest. Delicate vines curl around ancient trees, their leaves shimmering with a soft luminescence.
“What is the most determining factor of a spell’s success?”
“Intention.”
“And what was their intention when the witches gathered for the Unity Ritual?”
“To end the war.”
“And did the war end?”
I never thought of it that way. “Yes. I suppose it did. Though I don’t think they intended for the spell to bind us to others.”
“With expectation and intention comes ambiguity. Other than ‘end the war’, how did they guide the results of the ritual? To gather the coven and combine an incredible amount of power, a spell must be exact.”
Of course it does.
“So the binding wasn’t your intention at all?”
“I do not govern the results of spells, child, I simply allow those deserving of my aid the power to fulfill their workings.”
We arrive at a patch of moss so soft, I can’t fight the urge for a barefoot wandering. “So, if you never intended us to be bound, can the spell be reversed?”
“Let me ask you a different question. During the original ritual, the coven gathered, everyone united in one mind, yes?”
I collect a strand of stray hair, tickling my face. “Yes, that’s my understanding.”
“And to undo a spell you need equal or greater power, intention, and skill, correct?”
“Yes.”
“So, in your estimation, will the entire coven come together with the unified determination to sever the tie of the bonds? Would each witch—with their whole heart and mind—be willing to give up their ties to their unity mates? Would you?”
