Chosen Read Online Free PDF Page A

possible? Is that how…” She pointed back and forth between me and Natasha, putting the pieces together of how I was able to get to Finn’s fight as fast as I did, considering it was on the other side of the world.
                  Natasha took another sip of tea before expounding on what I had already assumed, “I transported them using conveyance.” Phoebe’s mouth dropped open and Willow’s eyes lit up.
                  I had experienced her incredible ability of conveyance when she had used it to take us to the location of Finn’s fight.  It was an unbelievably fun way to travel.  And quite convenient, I might add.
                  “Natasha’s a Wiccan.” I smiled at Phoebe’s now confused face, “She’s a descendent of Hecate; a witch.”
                  “Hecate?” Phoebe’s emerald eyes widened as they peered down at her tea. “No wonder this is so good.”
                  “Making tea is one of my many abilities,” Natasha claimed with a straight face and a clever twinkle in her eye. 
                  “That’s really an ability?” Phoebe clamored.  Apparently Phoebe had missed the clever twinkle.  Willow shook with laughter and Natasha’s deep blue eyes crinkled as she smiled.
                  “Yep, she even has a pink lemonade ability,” I poked fun at Phoebe’s naïve tendencies.
                  “Hey, it could happen!” Phoebe held up her cup in retaliation and frowned, “I mean this is some seriously good tea.”
                  “But you really took Ricker and Finn to Cyprus using conveyance?” Willow shifted forward, enthralled by her ability. “That’s amazing!”
                  “That’s right,” Natasha confirmed. “Ricker is looking after Finn’s body until we arrive, and his presence may prove beneficial once we begin to work to heal Carmen.”
                  “How does it work?” Phoebe inquired. “Why didn’t you just convey us over there, too?”
                  “I don’t believe I’m strong enough to convey three girls and their inordinate amount of luggage all the way around the world.” Natasha tilted her head in amusement.
                  “It’s pretty cool! When she took me to Finn’s fight, one minute we were standing on the Fortunate Isle.  The next, we were standing on a beach in Greece,” I attested.
                  “I’d never travel any other way.  That is so cool!” Phoebe gawked. “I wish I was a witch! No planes, no cars, and you’re there in two minutes flat.”
                  “It definitely beats a broomstick,” Natasha snickered and took a sip of tea.
                  “Can all Wiccans convey?” Phoebe asked curiously.
                  “Yes, but we aren’t the only Order to have that ability.  There are…others.” Her eyes became unfocused and her mouth tightened into a straight line at what must have been an unpleasant memory.
                  “So Charon will be able to heal Carmen’s mind?” Willow asked in an effort to reinforce her thoughts. The crease between her eyebrows hinted at the wheels churning within her head.
                  “I hope so,” Phoebe muttered gravely as she shot a sideways glance at Carmen’s sleeping form.
                  “What about me?  I can heal bodies - maybe I can heal her mind, too?” Willow inched to the edge of seat in case Natasha agreed.
                  “I’m afraid I may have used an incorrect term.” Natasha’s features deviated to apologetic. “Her mind is not technically diseased or even injured.  It has been…changed or manipulated.  There’s even a chance it has been hijacked.  But she cannot be healed in the terms you are alluding to.”
                  “Oh,” Willow sighed and