She knew the moment she arrived, she messed up. She had taken into account everything preparing the spell. The runes. The stones. The ground. The name. The place. It was supposed to be perfect. Only now did she realise what she forgot. The time.
She was too early. Her only choice now was to wait. And wait she had. Fifteen years. Never could she have imagined that she would go so wrong. Fifteen years was not a small number. Especially considering the circumstances.
She could finally let out a breath of relief. The wait was at its end. It was finally time. She could finally drop that horrid, distasteful name she had to come up with. Imita. She walked down the quiet streets. It was still early. And it was the holidays. The streets would be slow warming up. She didn’t walk far before comin
