The sisters chanted, summoning their deceased sister.
"Ad te, Vetula, te invoco, ad me veni, per Et Virginem y per Et Matrem."
"Ad te, Vetula, te invoco, ad me veni, per Et Virginem y per Et Matrem."
"Ad te, Vetula, te invoco, ad me veni, per Et Virginem y per Et Matrem."
The candles started flickering. They chanted again and the candles blew out.
A glowing figure appeared above the body of The Crone. It took no defined shape, just a glowing humanoid figure stood before them.
Her essence.
It was beautiful and delicate.
"The Crone, we summon your soul before you pass to ask you of your vision before death." The Mother spoke first, giving the spirit a command to tether too.
But The Crone did not speak; instead, she held out her hands and a white flame began to dance in her palms.
In it the flame split into four separate flames, changing color. One white, one black, on blue, and one green. They flickered in her hands.
The two living witches stared at one another in confusion.
