shoreeeeee...
It was her 21st birthday and Meg was putting together her summoning ritual. She had done everything to perfection-the candles were lit, the summoning circle had been drawn, all of the ingredients had been gathered-all except one-the final ingredient. A single drop of the caster's blood. No more, and no less-or the spell could have dire consequences. She took a deep breath, preparing herself with the knife as she leveled her hand over the bowl. She grabbed the knife, hands trembling a bit. She placed it over her palm-and her hand slipped, causing a large gash to form on her palm as blood flowed into the bowl, much, much more than a drop. Her eyes widened
"AUGHH! F-fuck!"
