Bad things were bound to happen. A young sorceress was about to find that out as she headed toward her room. She was a pretty little thing, with curly brown hair and bright green eyes, attractive facial features, a cute nose and plump lips. She had a petite little body, only five four in fight. But she had a nice body, with slender arms and legs, smooth pale skin, round firm breasts, a slender waist and delicate hips. Her name was Aygul, and she was dashing down the hallway toward her room. As Aygul got to her room she threw open her door and quickly closed and locked it behind it. She closed the blinds of the single window before went to her desk, grabbed a small box of matches and a dagger before she went to the center of her room and threw back the cheap rug, revealing the silver summoning circle underneath the worn fabric. With her delicate hands she light the match and let the flame hit each black candles, lighting them from east to west until the circle was complete. The young woman blew out the match and started to chant, her voice hauntingly beautiful, as she reached the end of the chant she grabbed the dagger and cut the palm of her hand, letting her virgin blood fall in the center of the circle, finishing the spell, all that was left was to wait and see if it worked.