When I finally started feeling a bit better, I went through the books that my mother and grandmother had brought to me. It was an odd collection of books, mostly books on witchcraft and anything that might help me with my powers. There was nothing new in any of them, including the journals and individual grimoires.
I started reading a very old book. Though it was not really a book, there were many pages that had been bound together. Clearly later than the pages that had been written, the cover looked much newer. It was not in a language I understood, and the writing was hard to read. There were many drawings of circles. There were runes also used in some of the text. They looked like spells, but I couldn’t figure it out. Until I came to a page with a drawing of what looked like someone w
