Gray skies thundered overhead.

I look up from my leather seat in my mansion. Rain began to slowly trickle onto my window; as if its sobbing eyes were only starting to realize what I was about to do.

I smile.

Midnight would strike at any second – and once it does, the boy will have no other choice but to follow my curse's commands.

I glance over at my spell book again. It had an aged appearance, clearly worn from its past years of treachery. My family has had this for generations... I scoffed at the thought. They did not, however, know how to use it.

The raindrops outside grew heavier with each thought that crept into my mind.

I had done something absolutely horrible.

Absolutely insane.

Another twisted smile cracked on my lips.

Absolutely marvelous.

I flipped a page in my elderly hardback. Every sheet was crisp and rough to the touch – but the black lettering that marked the curses within remained unscathed. I re-read through it, assuring myself that I did not miss a single step, a single detail, a single scrap of lettering. I cannot ruin this.

There is no room for any mistake whatsoever.

Lightning whipped its murderous torch as I found I had not neglected any of the written text. My head turned to the dangerous storm outside.

It was ready.

The grandfather clock just beyond me roared with the announcement that it was exactly the midpoint of day and night. I stood up, dusting myself off from waiting for an extended amount of time. My hands latched around the book, carrying it with me to the roof of my empty manor.

Ignoring the wind that lashed out against me, I walked straight up to the stone tablet that stood ominously in the midst of the night and rain. I placed a frozen palm on the powerful slab – reciting purely from memory of the spell that was marked as dangerous in the book.

"Magister mortis,

Peto a te, spiritus umbra

Et spiritus iustorum

Anima iuventutis

In manibus esse ut fati cordis

Et parcant in odium!"

Quickly, I snatched out a strand of brunette hair from the zip-lock bag I kept in my soaking pockets, and slammed the sacrifice onto the stone in front of me. The few strands of hair burned in a solid green fire, it's hazy gray smoke rising to meet the furious clouds above.

Lightning sliced the skies frantically, the rain and wind screamed with rage, the ground pounding mercilessly at the disrupted spell. I smiled madly, my hair wild with the deafening onslaught of the ferocious rain.

The text in the tablet flashed with green, shooting a blinding beam into the sky.

As soon as it had done so, everything stopped.

The vengeful storm faded away, and let the midnight's beauty swirl into place.

I glanced back at the miles of forests, saddened to see the rainstorm come to an end. My feelings vanished however, when I realized that my spell had worked.

I took one last glance at the tablet that had granted my wishes.

"At long last..." I breathed, my gaze leading up to the darkened sky.

"It will finally happen."