The wooden stake came to hit her in speed, and though Julie had raised her hand, she felt no change in her body, there was no burst of energy that came from her to stop the wooden stake from attacking her. Not knowing what else to do, she swatted the wood with her hand, which in turn nipped and grazed her palm.
"Ugh," Julie winced in pain, gritting her teeth.
"You need to focus on it, Julianne," advised her grandfather, who had taken himself to move towards one of the trees and leaned his back against it. "Anyone can tell that your mind is all over the place. Focus just on the wood and try to channel your soul energy."
"I would have done it if I knew how to do it," Julie muttered under her breath.
"Again!" ordered her grandfather, and upon the older witch's words, Cillian picked up three wooden stakes in his hand.
Julie brought her palm in front of her face, noticing the scratches on it.
