Where's Mormo? 2

Ian, Julie, and Meaghan were spiraling throught the teleportation spell that Ian and Julie used to transport them to their mother's, Hecate, home. Inside the spell, Ian opened his eyes to Julie hold in his hand, her eyes closed in deep concentration, her pony-tail whipping around. To his left, Meaghan was holding onto their wrists. her hair was flying around her shoulders and she was screaming bloody murder. inside the spell was like being in a white tornado. All you see is white, and winds buffet you from every direction. Ian and Julie were fine standing up strait, but Meaghan was being tossed around like a flag in a hurricane. In horror he watched as Meaghan's grip was torn from them; in to seconds she was little more than a speck in the distance. "MEAGHAN!!!" Ian screamed, unable to help her.
"Don't break contact!" yelled Julie, eyes now open. The glowing purple irises were set in the direction the Meaghan took of in. "If you let go, you'll disappear into the vortex!"
They held hands for about another thirty seconds than, the wind and the blinding white light stopped. They were standing in what looked like a cave mash together with a millionaire's house. The room was the size of a basketball court. All of the walls were stone, with stalagmites and stalagtites everywhere. Everywhere there was expensive yet modern furnature. The walls had paintings of abstract art. There was a huge flat-screen television on the wall. To Ian's left, there was a set of French doors with silver handles. To the right was a fireplace crackling with life. To armchairs were facing the fire with a small table inbetween them. On the table was a golden goblet that was encrusted with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and peridots. Next to that was a winebottle.
Sitting in the armchair was a women that a million years looked about a million years old. She was wearing robes darker that the blackest night. The was slattered with sparkling white, red, blue, and yellow dots. Her string gray hair was pile atop her head, held together with pins. She had dark circles uder her eyes like she hadn't slept in year. Her eyes were sunken as were he cheeks.
"Ah, hello children," the lady said, "your mother told me you would come." Her voice was gentle, soft as a feather, but it was also commanding. It was understanding, but cold."My name is Nyx, goddess of the night. My sister told me her children need her, but she needs you too. Come," she stands up, "let us go meet your cousin."

TO BE CONTINUED....

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