Taming the Demon

You sprint excitedly from your Chevy to the door of your log cabin in the woods. Finally, the gift from your archaeologist friend, Cassandra, came, just like every month for the past 2 years. You quickly enter and shut the door, eager to see what she sent this month. You set the package on the table in the center of the room and then glance at the mirror. Your bright emerald eyes appraise yourself in the mirror. You're wearing a white tank-top, no bra, a blue skirt, your mid-back length hair looks silky, and you have size DD breasts.

Satisfied with your appearance for the moment you return your attention to the brown package waiting on the table. Without further ado you tear open the brown packaging that reads "From Cassy, Enjoy" and a black leather-bound book greets your eyes.

You open the cover and stare at the runes that flow in neat handwriting across and down the page. You feel compelled to read and, before you can question it, begin to read directly off of the page, even though you don't recognize the silken words that flow from your mouth or the runes.

Something takes shape directly in front of you before you lose consciousness from things flying about.