Page 84 of Wicked Warlock
Take the six of magic crown,
Then drain the fang of the town.
Follow the flags that shift in shape,
To climb up the ancient magic drape,
Don’t forget the firsts they call them Greek
You’ll need them all to block the leak.
One final piece to prevent your fall,
The dueling fae you’ll have to call.
When all the blood has been collected,
Not a single drop can be neglected.
Pour in a vial and brew it well,
For it turns to gas upon the spell.
But that alone is not enough,
Combine all casts from the cuff.
Then say these words to start the fire,
Speak them clear, your need is dire.
I call the one who creates it all,
Give us strength, no feat too small.
Take these words and potion haul,
To protect our realm with a barrier wall.”
Adrienne wrote it all down on a piece of paper then shoved it into her pocket. “Thanks, Mom.”
“Cool, cool, cool… but, um. What the hell does any of that mean?” I threw up my arms. “And like whyyyyy does it always have to be some kind of riddle?”
We didn’t have time to sit around and translate riddles. We need this here and now. I turned to Beckett. “Did you get any of that at all?”
“Um, no, not really.”
Adrienne pulled the paper from her back pocket and opened it up again. “Basically, it says to: Join all the factions, get all the blood, mix together, pour it on something—I’m sure Ophelia will understand that part. Combine all the queen’s magic, then say the words to a spell.”
Beckett leaned in closer to me. “Did you get all that?”
“In theory… nope.”
“I got this.” She shoved the paper back into her pocket. “Come on. Let’s get back to the school so we can start on this.”
Athena held up her hand, stopping us from leaving. “They won’t be there.” She pulled a strip of paper from a ticker on her desk. “They’re not at the school. They’re in San Francisco… the Golden Gate Bridge.”
Just as I was about to ask how she knew, a fire message erupted right next to Beckett. He snatched it from the air and read it. “It’s Nylore.”
