Once upon a time there was a wee witch named Lily. She was new to spell crafting. Tonight she would cast her first spell, a luck spell.
She was so excited to do it all by herself. She quickly gathered everything she needed. She snipped some hair from her dog and picked up a pebble from the beach—the first one she saw. Then she filled a bottle with water from the stream and ran home to wait for the moon to rise. She was ready. She had to be. She could feel herself vibrating with anticipation.
The full moon rose, this was it, this was her moment.