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Under the cover of the night when all mortal things go to rest, and magic slips through the veil, all the elements converge. The moon and the stars her only friends, witnesses of the occult. A hex and a spell, her voice intones, while all the Sidhe join the soirée.
Do you believe in magic?
Something wicked has arrived.
The wind howls, she has many more tricks up her sleeve. Her eyes shine bright, her magic pure under the moonlight, rising up from the earth to the sky. It's her moment, it's her time. No one can tell her otherwise.