Dancing with the Devil

Spells and identity

December 1st 1888, 1:00pm -:

I couldn't believe it at first, but after reading the few notes Clara... I mean my birth mother had left in this book I started to really believe it, my mother was a witch. I sat there trying to find as much knowledge about myself and my parents as I could but all I could find was my mothers cursive handwritten notes and instructions and also some images of my love himself, but for now I shall concentrate on the more important matters.

I was a witch, I mustn't tell anyone... already I'm being talked about for being unusual by the other children. Maybe, this book could help clear my name or make me seem normal... once I learn how to use it that is. I'd flip through the many pages of writing and graphics, to come across a page in which had caught my interests. A spell which could make me seem innocent and as if I were a friend to all whom I'd make eye contact with. This could work, but was it a real spell I wondered. Did I really have the ability to curse, enchant and manipulate perception like this.. it was nearly hard to believe. Aside from this I begun to grab whatever was needed and rehearsed the spell.

I needed to make a casters circle, nothing to hard to accomplish. This was apparently a smaller seance compared to my upcoming pledge seance to become a true witch. First I placed stones covered in moss 
in a small circle, about 2 centimetres away from one another, then I grabbed a handful of twigs and used my white ribbon I had in my hair to tie them together making almost like a miniature hut for a fairy. Once I had unwrapped my hands I'd hold them above the casters circle repeating my practiced incantation, I probably sounded crazy to others for I wouldn't be making sense to any normal human being whom would be listening.

Suddenly midway through my speaking, I noticed the small twig hut beginning to set aflame yet the flame did not dance like a normal flame would, it'd stand still and tall almost like it was obeying me.