Literature
A Witch and Her Familiar
It was nearly time. The sigil was inscribed on the ground, the candles were set to be lit, and the offerings were arranged on the altar. Jade eyes turned toward the western horizon, squinting against the fading light of dusk. Soon it would set, and the moon would rise in its place.
“We’ve waited a long time for this…” the onlooker observed, “Far too long.”
She stood, moving to a platform that sat opposite the altar across the glyph and sitting cross-legged upon it. Her eyes closed as she held her hands cupped together. Words of an ancient tongue passed her lips, an incantation to summon her familiar into the circle.
She hated putting him through this. The last time they tried to perform a ritual similar to this, it had ended in disaster. It was years ago, back when she was much more green and far more selfish and cruel. In order to become a full-fledged witch she’d needed to summon a familiar. Most ended up with simple animals, maybe a demon or a small dragon, but she? She had