Maximum Martinez Ride beat into her punching bag, as danced around it as it jumped back at her. This was her new routine: School, homework, punching bag, magick, and then books. Max had never told her mother, but she wasn't a Christian. She was a Dianic Wiccan. She worshipped Diana, the Goddess of the Moon and Hunt. Diana sent her riddles and visons of the future, in return for her undying loyalty. She never told anybody about her visions. They would probably send her to the nearest insane asylum. As Max finished her hour long session just in time as her mother called down.
"Maximum! Dinner!" her mom called from downstairs. Max, her mom, and her little brother all shared one house. It was pretty big, but they rented it for $750 a month. It had 3 bedrooms, only one bathroom, a kitchen and dining room, a living room, plus a basement that they never went down to. Max took a swig of her water as she walked down the stairs, and stepped over the baby gate. Her little brother was 18 months old, and she loved him, but he was loud and irritating at times. He was their 'Sour Patch Kid' for a reason. First he would throw the biggest fit, then go and give you a hug. It was devious yet adorable. Dinner was chicken, and Max ate it quickly. She wanted to go and try her newest spell. It was on the same thing over and over again. Wings. She wanted them. She wanted to escape, and travel alone. It would hurt when they came, but she knew it was worth it. As she put away her dishes, her mother reminded her of something terrible.
"Max, guess what day it is?" she asked, her voice held excitement that Max had learned to mean she had to do something for her mother. Max's only answer was a groan. It was Wensday. She had to do dishes. Quickly as possible, she washed a pot, two plates, a baby bowl, three cups, and a sippy cup. It took her all of an extra 20 minutes. She dried her hands, and jogged up the stairs. She opened up the page on her computer. The computer didn't have any internet, so she just used it to write her spells, fanfictions, and books. Max wanted to be recognized one day as a famous writer and Wiccan. She could still do it with wings too, which was her main goal anyway. She read over the spell, being sure to memorize all the important details before heading off to the shower.
Wings Spell
Ingredients: Feather, Shower
1. Get in shower, like you normally would, but bring a feather.
2. Gently rub your back with the feather, imagining how your wings will look and feel.
3. As you continue rubbing, say:
"Seasons come and seasons go. Like a river, my life flows. From the sky my wings will grow. How I earn them, no one knows."
4. Step out of the shower, but let it run as hot as possible, letting steam form.
5. Breathe in the steam and focus.
6. Meditate as needed.
As Maximum did the spell exactly as instructed, and she felt he wings react to that. She smiled to herself. She had been waiting so long for this. The small bumps on her back extended, so they were slightly longer than her shoulder blades. Max exited the shower, he face a complete blank. Inside, she was jumping for joy. Now this was progress people! She got into her PJs, a large T-shirt and fluffy pants, and sat on her futon in front of the TV. She watched Ink Master while writing down some simple ideas for new stories. She knew that Diana was looking down on her champion, a worried smile on her eternally beautiful face. Max was proud to be called Diana's Champion. She would fight for Diana in the war, the war against all evils and possibly other deities.