The clouds were thick this morning. Thick and grey and what can only be described as boiling over. A storm was rolling in and fast. No matter though. I could feel it. The moon was full and it was sending shivers down my arms and under my skin. It made me anxious and thrilled all at once.
Since I was a child, the moon had always been a part of me. No matter what, I knew the state of the moon. Today was no different. This magic that coursed through my veins was exhilarating, but …
Must stay focused. Magic is not real, and I am not an all-powerful MIA witch queen. I cannot make my enemies quake with fear by the mere mention of my name. I cannot make the rulers of the world bow before me. Magic. Is. Not. Real.