Magic

Jennifer picked up the old and ragged book, flipping through the pages without much thought. "Such a shame," she muttered under her breath. "This isn't exactly what I would call well loved. You'd think that such important pages would be better maintained. But perhaps your old owner didn't want anyone else to take a look at your contents. He should have removed you better, in that case." She flipped her hair as she found a page she wished to stop on, scanning the words with her eyes.

She held out her open hand, the magic in the air pulling into her fingers as she prepared for an incantation. A gust billowed gently around her, blowing her hair and dress against her form in a way that she was well aware was irresistibly enchanting. She had stolen the hearts of many men in the process of casting her magic - love charms were unnecessary. She was beautiful enough as it was.

The words flew under her breath, shocking the air around her. She could feel the bolts in the air shoot back into her, and out of the corner of her eyes she could see vibrant shots of dark green staining her pitch black hair. An emerald necklace around her neck began to glow and float up away from her chest, pulling the magic into it in a more concentrated form. It filled her with vigor and youth, smoothing her skin and lips. Though she could not see it, her ordinarily grey eyes burned a vivid purple, and the spell began to take affect.

The world around her melted away, melting off of the blackness that was its canvas. For a long moment, Jennifer stood in darkness, the sound of her heartbeat the only thing to give her solid footing, and plant her to reality. But there was no tightening of her muscles, no stress or shock in her system. Only a smile that spread across her luscious lips, knowing that she now commanded forbidden magic that most could only dream of being powerful enough to tame. And she had done so on the first try.

When her new world formed around her, it was nighttime, and the air was hot and damp. Without hesitation, she stripped out of the green and brown silks of her home, unafraid of her nudity, letting the hair drooping over her shoulders be the only thing to hide her breasts. She stood in the middle of an abandoned home, which she raided to look for supplies. She found small amounts of still safe food, and a lack of clothes to replace those she had been wearing. She didn't mind.

Gently, she closed the book of magic in her hand and held it tight. This would be her key to achieving the things she desired. She smirked as she left the small home, excited to see her new opportunities, both in action and in men.