My body grew weaker and weaker as the price for performing a large scale spell began to take affect. My legs and knees began to quiver. Barely able to stand on my own two feet I sank to the floor. Mihira supported my weight slowly helping me to ground where I lay waiting for what’s to come. “Stop now, you are going to kill your self!” Mihira yelled at me. She shook me trying to get me to break my connection to the seal, tears rolling down here cheeks. I chuckled “I’m the main character in this story I cannot die. Not yet anyway.”

“You are from my world” I say The woman beamed “You know the language of this realm. That means you managed to successfully cast a spell here. You are very smart, and prettier than I thought, what a shame. Your puritan blood is needed for my death curse.” “Blood magic is not a wise practice, there is always a price to pay.” “Yes, and the price is your life."