Title: WITCH STONE
Genre: MG Fantasy
Word Count: 54,000
Witches are born with a pair of witch stones embedded in their palms, but Rossi, the daughter of the Nowan County Witch, is born with only one. A single stone makes harnessing her element hard enough. Harder when that element is lightning. She has very little room for error, if she doesn’t want to be fried like chicken.
Shortly after first catching the dangerous lightning, several strangers arrive and much to her surprise, Rossi learns of a legendary One Stone Witch. That couldn’t possibly her, could it? If so, could her stone have a perfect match? Is there more to her witch stone that she ever believed?
As Rossi attempts to learn the craft and control her lightning, she has to confront the dangers of being the One Stone while planning the Spring Celebration and navigating village life. But something more sinister is lurking in the shadows of her mountains. Something that wants to steal her stone for the dark craft.
Lightning struck the dirt close to where Rossi sat, her fingers jammed in her ears. She jumped with every crackle of energy, but didn't dare open her eyes. Rossi hated harvesting lightning. It was loud, hot and smelled like roasted cat. Plus, her short brown hair always stood on end for several days afterward, frizzed beyond any hope from the mix of electricity and drenching rain that would follow.
Why did they have to be lightning witches? If only the element from which they drew their power was a gentle babbling brook, she would have been much more at ease. But no, they had to inherit the one element that could sizzle the skin right off her back.
“Mom, that was too close. Stop flinging it at me.” Rossi glanced at her mother perched on the edge of Nowan cliff, arms outstretched like she was welcoming an old friend. Her white gown whipped around her legs in the storm winds. She always dressed in her finest for the lightning ritual while Rossi threw a jacket over her mud spattered pants and her favorite worn shirt that was missing two buttons.
“You could use a charge or two. You've been rather pale lately.” Mom lowered her arms and another bolt streaked through the night sky straight for the emeralds embedded in her palms. “Come here and try. You give up too easy.”
“No!” Rossi opened her hands. A brilliant diamond sparkled in her left palm. Her right hand, empty.