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for being a witch,” Krystal said.
    I nodded. “But I don’t think she was a witch at all. I think she was a Mystyx.”
    “You’ve said that before.”
    Then I find the letter and gingerly pull it out of the book. The paper is very thin and fragile, like it would crumble into pieces at any moment. I lift my arms, tilting back so that the letter is in a direct line with the fluorescent light.
    “Wow,” I sigh as I spy what I suspect Fatima wanted me to see.
    “What are you doing?”
    I look at Jake and Krystal. “I found this practicing wiccan online. She lives in Bridgeport. Anyway, I asked her a couple of questions about our powers and I told her about the journal we found. She wrote back and told me to hold the letter up to the light and to get back to her with what I saw.”
    Jake frowns. Krystal put down her soda can. “And what do you see?”
    “Look for yourself,” I say, handing them the letter.
    Since I already read it I’m mulling over the possible meanings. It reads:
    In another time, in another place, power reigns supreme over the entire race.
    Yet some were bold, resisting the warnings told.
    Now the dark rises amongst innocent cries and only those bathed in the light shall break the ties.
    Behind the written words is a watermark—the letter M , which looks exactly like our birthmarks.
    “I don’t get it,” Jake says.
    Krystal looks as confused as I am. “Did you see the M? ”
    “I saw it,” Jake says, “but I still don’t get it.”
    “A curse? Maybe the Darkness that’s following us is the curse?” I add.
    “So now we have a letter from a witch, powers connected to a storm and a curse,” says Krystal, and she’s getting that faraway look she gets when she’s thinking. “What else did the witch say?”
    “She said to get back to her with what I found on the back of this letter.”
    Jake nods. “So you email her back and tell her. But how do you know she’s safe?”
    “Because nothing I’m saying so far is credible. No one will believe her,” I quip. “Look, Jake, I know you’re afraid of people finding out we have powers and the repercussions of that. But right now, nobody is even aware of anything being wrong around here. I’m just trying to get us some answers. The more we know about why we have these powers, the better we’ll be able to fight whatever is after us.”
    “I agree,” Krystal says. “Email her tonight and see what she says. Then tomorrow we definitely need to go to the library to see what we can find about curses in Greek mythology.”
    “Why about Greek mythology?” I ask, because I’m thinking that maybe the witch in Bridgeport can give us some answers.
    “Because it says that the heroes are bathed in the water and in the light. The River Styx,” she says waiting for us to catch on.
    “The heroes are bathed in the river?” Jake asks. “That’s not possible. The river circled the Underworld serving as the border between earth and the Underworld. It was like some sort of black ash. Nobody could swim through that.”
    Krystal shakes her head. “Not true. Achilles’s mother dipped him into the River Styx. Every part of him except the heelof his foot, and it made him invulnerable to every place the water touched.”
    I shake my head, not satisfied with this explanation. “But we weren’t even living during the time of the River Styx. How could this relate to us and our powers in today’s world?”
    “I don’t know,” Krystal says. “But there’s got to be a way—genetics or something.”
    “I doubt my family tree goes back to the Greek gods,” I say, taking the letter from Jake.
    “Mine either. Still, it opens another door. We should check it out,” he says.
    Jake closes the journal and puts it back in his bag.
    Krystal is nodding in agreement. “Okay, tomorrow it is. My mother wants me to go to Bible study tonight anyway.”
    “Bible study!” Jake frowns. “I didn’t know you went to church.”
    “We used to. I mean, my