Chapter 1 - (Introduction) Sarrera

             


Lu would on look her spell book that was flickering with shadows due to a small lit candle. Her deep red hair was naturally curly, and framed her fair face nicely, contrasting her bright blue hues. She was in a basement, the air was cold with a stench of mouldy wood that would tinge the air. 

Lue was 19 with a strong Wiccan belief. Though reading other languages wasn’t her strength , this was the first time casting a spell on her own. She had had it up to her neck with the cruel realities of life, she had recently lost the both of her parents in a plane crash, leaving her to be sent off to a foster home. They would  have mistreated her, leading her to go to dark after midnight clubs and get dragged into the wrong culture. She felt safe with them, almost happy. She would fit in with them, unlike her foster family, they would love her. And she loved them like a second family.

She had always been warned never to do expert spell alone, but the ‘lone island transport caught her attention. She could do with some time away. She would dress herself in an old English dress that would be beaded on the corset. The trims were gold and the frills were stitched with gold thread. 

“Bertatik aurrera, nire arima da nonahi, mundu bat ikusten dut populatuena ez thats . hartu me han” She would breath into the crisp air, sending a swift warm breeze sweep through the compact space, licking and lifting her dress as it does. With a sudden  dizzy feeling washing over Lu she would shove the book back into her bag that was hooked on her shoulder, but before she could run anywhere everything slowly fades to black. 

...It didn’t strike her that she had misunderstood the lettering, sending her to a lone world...rather than the lone island...