The Magic Touch CHAPTER ONE HAZEL I could do a lot of things easily, but brandishing a sword and defending my sister (and me!) from ghost warriors? Not so much. I thwacked away with the antique bronze sword, snatched from the wall in desperation. My sister, Skylar, pointed her wand at the ground, muttering incantations and occasionally cursing. "Okay, Hazel?" "What? Oh, wait a sec..." I whirled around and chopped a few ghost warriors to bits. You would think a sword would just fly through the ghosts, but they incinerated when they were touched with the bronze metal. "Okay, what, Sky?" "The passageway is opening; I can feel it. When the door appears, we have to jump through and– nice maneuver, sis." I shoved my sword point into another ghost's belly. "Okay, anyways, none of the ghosts can come with us. That's your job. My job is giving us light. Got it?" "Got-" I killed another warrior- "Got it."