Child of words, hear thy makers. Child of words, we entreat. With our actions did we make thee, to our voices wilt thou bend.
With our potions thou took motive, with our motions came to pass. We rescind no past devotions, give thee substance, give thee mass.
Child of words, hear thy makers. Child of words, we en...treat...
Tara trails off as she notices Willow. A haze of golden light gathers around Willow. She pulls her hands out of Tara's. Her eyes snap open. They are completely black.