Lilith's finger runs along the words of the spell trying to read aloud the incantation. As Lilith reaches the climax of her spell, a glowing green light trailed along with her finger and then sparked a small explosion as the girl uttered the final words. The spell book produced a gust of wind that blew toward Lilith making her hair fly widely for a moment; an eerie moment of silence. Nothing. With a crooked frown and on the verge of tears, Lilith walked over to her mirror in defeat, with a thought that fate had doomed her to remain in her place; flat and always smaller than Morrigan. Lilith shifted to a pair of pink, buttoned pajamas and decided to go into a deep slumber of despair in her large, grim but finely comfortable bed. As Lilith begins to lie down on her bed...
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