It was a rainy night. Lights had been switch off for hours now and the place has been in the darkness since. She was standing in the middle of her room, inside the circle she created hours ago. Tears were rolling off her rosy cheeks yet she didn't made a slightest sound as she gravitated her Book of Shadows in front of her and started to cast the spell she had been trying in her head.
"I can do it." she said to herself before saying the chants out loud.
Suddenly, the candles she placed in the circle lit up and the room came into view.
"Witches on the land, I call thee!" she says, her voice becoming louder as she call upon the spirits.
The hundreds of candles covering the room surface lit up and started melting and moving to gather in front of her inside the circle.
"By the power of three! so mote it be!."
Her enchants were louder and clearer as she repeated it for six times as all the candle, excluding inside the circle already, melted and the wax gathered up in front of her and arose into a form of a 'man'.
She was smiling seeing form but it fell when the wax figure of a 'man' broke and fell back into the floor, breaking and shattering into millions of pieces.