Fickle

They could see the energy which the ghosts had left behind tripping into the cube. As soon as the energy started flowing into the cube, the cube began to thrum. It thrummed so much that the energy it was gaining made it seem like it was going to explode at any moment.

Alastair walked closer to the cube and stretched her hand forth. It was finally time for him to cast the spell and he knew that he could not delay any further. He started whispering the words and when he did, the cube thrummed even more. It slowly elevated and gave off Sparks of energy as it hung in the air.

Miranda tried to shield her eyes as the sparks became more pronounced. Alastair did not stop chanting. The more he chanted, the more the sparks grew, and the more that happened, the more the energy in the room got sucked.

Suddenly, a blast of energy escaped the cube and Blasted Alastair away from the cube, and knocked him on the ground. The same energy had swept Miranda off her feet and crashed her as well. Alastair