Prologue
Essentially very loosely inspired by Shakespeare's 'Twelfth Night' but he'd probably be horrified by what I've done with it!
Very short first chapter.
It's magic, you know. Never believe it's not so…
As the girl watched the crystal ball, a smile spread slowly across her face.
Santana watched sceptically and Brittany rocked on her feet in excitement. 'So?'
Tina looked up. 'Twelfth Night'. For some reason that seemed to please her.
'What's special about that one?' Santana asked, feigning boredom, though Tina's sepulchral whispers and cloying incense together with the moon light seeping through the window were having more of an effect on her than she would care to admit.
Tina smiled 'Well, we'll have to change the ending but I think we can make it work'.
Brittany clapped. 'How do we start?'
Tina looked at Santana who reluctantly pulled a rose from her bag and handed it over. 'This is so dumb' she muttered, shaking her head at her won foolishness in agreeing to this. But when it came to Britt she couldn't say no and the girl knew it.
Tina smirked, amused at Santana's obvious embarrassment, and began to pluck the petals off and let them drop into the little tin pot on the camping stove in front of them.
They sizzled and bobbed just on the surface, tiny red boats gleaming with water.
Tina murmured something under her breath and dropped two names and a copy of 'Twelfth Night' into the pot.
There was a pop and a quick flash of flame, then…
Nothing.
'Did it work?'
Tina gave a devilish grin and suddenly her canines appeared to Santana rather longer than they should.
'Wait and See'.