Thunder and lightning split the night sky, briefly illuminating the small 17th century town and warning of the impending rainstorm that Emelia sincerely hoped wouldn't come. She continued running somewhat frantically around the central room of her spacious home with only a few oil lanterns to give her light, gathering up all manner of bottles and flasks, each filled with some strange mixture or another. A powerful sense of giddiness rose up in her head as it hit her just how close she was to accomplishing her goal. As was painfully obvious to anyone who stopped to get a good look at her or what she was doing, Emelia Reragon was no normal woman. She was pale, and had straight, dark hair that reached her shoulders. Her eyes were a bright, piercing red, a color that contrasted sharply against her ensemble of a dark blue dress, especially in the dark, when those eyes seemed to glow with otherworldly energy. Despite the fact that she was only nineteen years old, she'd been living alone for as long as anyone could remember. In fact, as far as everyone knew, she'd simply appeared one day and purchased a house on the edge of town without warning or explanation. Lightning flashed again, pouring light through the windows. Emelia worked quickly, drawing lines and circles and writing in some arcane language on the floor, and it wasn't long before they all began to take shape. Soon, she had the radial seal completed, and she began mixing the ingredients she'd gathered in a small bowl. The thick black mixture bubbled and frothed when she placed it in the middle of the seal, the air beginning to crackle with the gathering energy of her dark spell. She gave a high-pitched giggle, more befitting of an airheaded teenage girl than a powerful witch, and stepped back, eyes focused on the middle of the symbol. She was thankful that no incantation was required for the summoning. Within minutes, the black liquid in the bowl began to boil over of its own accord, and it spread over the wooden floor, seeping into it along the lines of the seal she'd drawn. The entire thing took on a bright red glow, which spread through the room, filling it with soft light that intensified steadily. There was a bright flash that forced Emelia to shut her eyes to shield them from the light, and then...it was all over. When she opened her eyes again, the bowl and the mixture it once held were gone. The seal had been burnt into the floor, a permanent mark of the completed spell. And standing on top of it, was... The dark-haired witch cracked a wide grin. Tonight was going to be a fun night.