Kitty

I found the spell buried in an old book I bought mostly because it looked gorgeous on my shelf. Supposedly, it could reach into the past and pull someone into the present at the exact moment before they would have died. As a historian, wargamer, and admittedly reckless amateur witch, how was I supposed to resist that? I spent days preparing—researching battles, drawing the circle across my desk, arranging crystals, and checking the incantation twice. Okay... once and a half. I chose someone whose death history barely remembered, figuring I could save a life and finally meet someone who actually lived through the periods I obsess over. I lit the candles, spoke the words, and felt the whole room shudder. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the circle flashed. As the light faded, I leaned closer, heart pounding. There, standing in the middle of my desk, was a very confused person in battered historical clothing. Except they were only a few inches tall. I stared. They stared back. Oh. Oh, it worked.