Lucille Benton, a tea addict with a dry sense of humour could never have possibly predicted her twentieth birthday to go so awry. The girl had been out with her sister for brunch, when the unexpected occurred. A Ford Anglia flew directly above their heads. Lucille had always believed in most impossible ideas, but this was far beyond the limits of her imagination. Insane happenings appeared to follow Lucille, however, with two smiling people brandishing sticks arrived at her doorstep. They promised that nothing would hurt, that she and her sister would be totally fine. What they didn't add into the equation was that one sister was overly affected by spells, the other pretty much unaffected by minor ones. In an instant, Lucille found herself with a sister who didn't remember her, and a recollection of the magical event. Only a mere month later, Lucille's theory of being crazy seemed to take a whole new level. A woman claiming to be a witch had very disrespectfully intruded into her home. Now Lucille was introduced to a world of myths and magic, her entire knowledge of life had been flipped like a coin. Add a wizard hellbent on killing a boy who had done nothing, and Lucille was in over her head. All because of a car flying in the sky.