On a thick, stony slab lay rabbits with bloodied throats, a foxes tail, ears, and skull, a dead robin, and a raven feather. Fox-blood decorated some portion of the rabbit, skull, and robin, but the raven feather was bare of it. She had come to the swampy place when the sun began to set.

Undulating cries of wildlife filled the open area, and Shego traveled ankle-deep in the revolting water. She ignored bloated and dead bodies, having already collected their souls (she would return to their bodies later and bring it to her den). The witch withdrew five slugs from wherever she could find them, and retreated back to the stone slab.

She deposited them here and there on the rock... but then obliterated them with one narrow paw, rubbing the remains onto the objects here.

Then she blew a gust of air from her cheeks, smelling something... and as she broke her own skin and shed blood upon the objects, Shego growled.

Around the stone she moved in a pentagram fashion, blood dropping here and there at significant points. Once it was done, she spoke:

"Clouds of black, and clouds of white.
I summon you to prove your might;

To bring a storm so great and dour,
that all will quake beneath your power;

Bring with you rain, fire-light, and thunder,
I ask of you to put the land under,

Open your sky and do your worst
So that my Sister and I may seek the first;

With the world in ruin and nowhere to hide,
Clotho is the one We shall find."

The world was cast in shadow and the clouds rumbled. This was not the storm she had called, but she needed this storm that would move to its brothers and sisters above to call unto the Great One, the one of Natural Disaster. Lightning split the earth and struck a hundred meters from her; the witches answer.

The ravens and crows that called the treetops home cawed their fear as the skies darkened, some even taking flight to a safer place. Lakhesis watched them, the breeze that swept through the trees ruffling her fur. There was something coming — of course there was something coming — but it was something bigger, greater than this. The drizzle before a storm. She felt it within her chest, and her heart began to thrum with excitement, ears pricking as she heard her sister's chant nearby.

The girl moved towards the elaborate set up, always enthralled by Shego's rituals. Where she was one for painting and scrying, trying to glimpse at the future and persuade it towards the Fates' will, her sister was always the one with more intricate ways. Though they were in no way less effective.

She peered out with a fascinated gaze from the darkness, only briefly looking up as lightning struck somewhere near by — an almighty crash that sent a shiver down her spine. They had heard.