What was she supposed to call it? Her parents had surprised her last night with the book that had been with her when they found her. They had been worried about her having a book they didn’t understand, and if she was completely honest, she was terrified of using it. What if she couldn’t make the magic work? The only time she’d been successful was when her emotions had been crazy. Bianca was staying at home for the day, and she didn’t want her friend to be close in case some of the spells, or whatever the hell they were called, were dangerous. “This is crazy, Lucy. You’re going near a creek, deep in the forest to learn some spells. Spells you don’t have a clue how they work, or even if you want them to work. Completely crazy.” She held the book against her chest, and paused as she made her way out of the thick line of trees, and looked toward the calming creek. Placing the book on the ground, she had to wonder how damn old the book actually was. Cringing at the thought of the binding being made of animal skin, she reached into her bag and placed it on the floor.
