The witch's rebirth

Still, the cost on the soul was heavy. Most of the time without a good cause there would be no war but now there was and that was magic. Powerful Magic to be more accurate.

"The patrols stop by as you suggested. They weren't looking too good when they found the scene. Claiming to have seen a man and a woman being skin alive on a screen or something, it fitted Jamey and Sonia description." She paused for a few seconds the continued, "From what we've been told Jenny has been around to this area and to North Bridge, they have no idea why?"

Nodding and looking around I saw a cross carved out off old wood. I push it around and felt the resistance. It explains a lot.

"Check the wood these are rare and old? I also need you to keep tabs on Chess and anyone else that spend time in there. They may come down with something."

I watched her roll her eyes, she thinks I'm overreacting but so far my record was good. I told them how to find the Venda, this location and I'll probably get enough evidence to arrest someone that was involved but I don't think we'll get the person who did this. The main question was if this was someone with skills from that country, he or she had to immigrate over.

My problem is blood tends to make us emotional. Planning and scheming isn't a strong point, we chop heads and kill easily. Only the old and powerful however would be meticulous enough to hone such a dangerous craft.

There was no evidence that pointed in anywhere in that direction. Auras don't lie but they weren't' any here for me to see. It was like they found a way to keep and contain the magic.

"To think, I'd be the council member involved handling all of this. This is the worst happening." I mumbled.

A scribble from my aunts instructed me to process with caution. In my last life, I remember of more death in this area and a bombing that killed over a thousand people. There may have been more butt after a thousand year's everything is sort of vague.

"Gray come look at this?"

"Be there in a moment. Just let me take a visual on the place first. There is something seriously wrong here. It's like someone did a lot of cleaning up"

I pushed through the air sensing any remaining magic. It was kind of like the three laws of Newton. Magic once set into motion will continue until it is forced, a high source is required for powerful spells and all things magic comes at a price. The back larch from doing this kind of magic must be disturbing and since it backfired once it would take the effect of the spell on the opposite direction. It should be possible to fuel a spell in that condition.

Piecing the clues back together I remember the most common lore, lust a powerful component in fueling spells an angle I have never considered before even with the condoms staring me in the face. I had missed it.