Prologue
Cassiopeia Encone was not a normal child by any stretch of the imagination. She was almost eleven years old now and still believed in magic, never knowing that she always would. Cassiopeia, which wanted to be known as Cassi, was considered a freak at her school. She always had her nose buried in a mythology book, whether it was about the ancient Egyptian mythology or Greek or Roman. Cassi secretly liked her name, well only because it was a name of someone in Greek mythology. Cassi had another secret passion, which everyone teased her about. That passion was music. Cassi didn't know that her life would change on her eleventh birthday, or that one day she would be famous.
Cassi was used to weird things happening in her life. She couldn't explain any of them, and to be perfectly honest, they scared her to death. She was afraid these strange occurrences happened because when she was about six, just after she learned to read, she picked up a how-to witchcraft book. Needless to say, weird things have been happening ever since then.
Cassi really only had one friend, but she deserted her after she found out about the whole how-to-witchcraft-book thing. Usually Cassi would take to haunting a big tree in a far corner of the playground during recess. She wasn't a target of bullying or anything; she just wanted to be left alone, and the rest of the students happily obliged.
It had been her dearest ambition, since shortly after the witchcraft book incident, to become a famous electric guitar player. When she decided this to be her fate she could hardly say electric guitar, but became very stubborn when her parents suggested her to become a doctor, or something. When Cassi made this decision she didn't know that she had paved her life road in gold, minus a few details.
Cassi was not looking forward to her eleventh birthday. While most of her family members loved having her around, they were just not the same as a good friend. The thought of a reason to have to be around them for a whole day after her birthday made her want to puke.
Cassi wanted to get away from her life. Soon this, and any other fantasy dream she had, was about to come true.
Cassiopeia Encone was not a normal child by any stretch of the imagination. She was almost eleven years old now and still believed in magic, never knowing that she always would. Cassiopeia, which wanted to be known as Cassi, was considered a freak at her school. She always had her nose buried in a mythology book, whether it was about the ancient Egyptian mythology or Greek or Roman. Cassi secretly liked her name, well only because it was a name of someone in Greek mythology. Cassi had another secret passion, which everyone teased her about. That passion was music. Cassi didn't know that her life would change on her eleventh birthday, or that one day she would be famous.
Cassi was used to weird things happening in her life. She couldn't explain any of them, and to be perfectly honest, they scared her to death. She was afraid these strange occurrences happened because when she was about six, just after she learned to read, she picked up a how-to witchcraft book. Needless to say, weird things have been happening ever since then.
Cassi really only had one friend, but she deserted her after she found out about the whole how-to-witchcraft-book thing. Usually Cassi would take to haunting a big tree in a far corner of the playground during recess. She wasn't a target of bullying or anything; she just wanted to be left alone, and the rest of the students happily obliged.
It had been her dearest ambition, since shortly after the witchcraft book incident, to become a famous electric guitar player. When she decided this to be her fate she could hardly say electric guitar, but became very stubborn when her parents suggested her to become a doctor, or something. When Cassi made this decision she didn't know that she had paved her life road in gold, minus a few details.
Cassi was not looking forward to her eleventh birthday. While most of her family members loved having her around, they were just not the same as a good friend. The thought of a reason to have to be around them for a whole day after her birthday made her want to puke.
Cassi wanted to get away from her life. Soon this, and any other fantasy dream she had, was about to come true.