The full moon shone bright against a deep purple sky, telling Verina Cross everything she needed to know on this night. She raised her hands to the sky in the Goddess stance and began to chant. As dark gray clouds slowly floated across the bruised sky, winds picked up and her whisper thin white shift billowed in the increasing wind, whipping around her slim figure as if wrapping her up in a cocoon. The long blonde hair that hung to her waist was lifting all around her head like a halo...

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