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of the first priestesses to live near it.
    The writings of the jewel were vague. Some Daughters referred to it as three separate pieces, while others made mention of a single item of power. Whatever the case, the artifact’s current whereabouts were a mystery. Although the prior Daughters documented where it was found, they always hid the jewel with utmost secrecy—sometimes one Daughter even hid it from the others. Its use was forbidden, and it seemed those Daughters who tried to control it were doomed to corruption.
    She had to believe that the jewel had created a strong enough channel this time. Whatever power it held, it had brought her and Julia together. It would bring the final Daughter to them as well.
    Angie left the bathroom, pausing at the door to face the mirror. Parts of the mirror remained hazy from her shower. She saw herself in bits and pieces. Narrow hips ... one boney shoulder ... half of her face from the mouth down. She lifted her hand. A thin beam of light drifted from her outstretched index finger. She manipulated it easily, using it to trace a happy face on the bathroom mirror’s receding mist. It was a silly trick her grandmother had taught her when she was little. One she wouldn’t be able to do again, if she didn’t succeed.
    The weight of finding the final Daughter pressed in on her mind. She dropped her hand. After a lifetime of magic, who would she be without her powers?
    A ngie leaned back against the passenger seat, listening to her mother’s enthusiasm over a new piece of art the museum recently acquired and her hope that her father would turn down the promotion he had been offered.
    “He works such long hours as it is. We only have two moreyears with you and then you’ll be off to college ...,” her voice trailed off, her brows coming together as she navigated the school’s crowded parking lot. “This drop-off line gets longer every morning.”
    “Don’t worry so much, Mom,” Angie said. “If Dad takes the promotion, he’ll still make time for us.”
    Her mother smiled, her eyes hinting at embarrassment. “I can’t help worrying.”
    “I know,” Angie said, unlocking the passenger side door to her mother’s sedan as they neared the school. She had gotten her own car for Christmas, a used Honda civic, but only upper-classmen were given parking permits. The thought of her little white car sitting in the garage all alone made her wonder at the school’s arbitrary rules. Next year, she thought, a bubble of happiness rising inside her. She would get a crescent moon decal for the back window. The same moon marked on her arm among the twisting, turning symbols.
    “Here, take some money for lunch,” her mother said.
    Angie took the cash and gave her a hug across the center console.
    “I’m going to miss our mornings together next year,” her mother said.
    Angie lowered her gaze. It was like her mother had picked up on her thoughts from earlier. That kind of thing happened all the time.
    “Do you have cheer practice?”
    “Yeah. I’m getting a ride home with Tina after, though.” She shut off her phone for the day before triple-checking that she had all her books.
    Her mother’s pale eyebrows shot up as Angie got out of the car. “I think someone’s waiting for you.”
    Angie kept her eyes on her mother. “Is it David?”
    Her mother nodded.
    “Maybe going to prom with him is a mistake,” she said, gripping the edge of the car window. “I have to focus on findingthe final Daughter. I don’t know what the best thing to do is anymore.”
    “No one knows ahead of time, honey. Try to believe in your decisions. You’ll have less to regret that way.”
    Less to regret? She would rather have no regrets at all.
    The car behind them honked and her mother jumped. “Goodness!”
    “Bye, mom.” She backed away as her mother waved and drove off. The power of the Fates always skipped a generation, so her mother had never experienced any of it herself. However, there existed