Destiny woke from a deep sleep and looked around the room. There was an unnatural chill in the air that made the hair on her arms stand up. She walked to the altar in the corner of her living room and picked up the tarot cards. She spread a black silk scarf onto the table as she shuffled the cards, muttering softly as she did it. When she stopped, she cut the deck and turned a card face up. “Father of Pentacles, interesting,” she muttered.
She then took a slice of cake and a cup of coffee and placed them on the altar before lighting white candles. She spoke softly, giving thanks to her ancestors and offering them food and drink for their intervention. Then she poured water into a sterling silver bowl and set crystals around it. She prayed to the Moon Goddess. “If it is your will, please
