[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s House – Chicago, IL 
[b][color=#DB7093]Skills:[/color][/b] Spellcraft[/center]
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	I take the book from Caden, ignoring the suggestive look in his eyes. I set the book in the middle of the circle of candles and take the rest of the sandalwood concoction along with the added bit of Nic’s hair. This time I speak in Gaelic rather than Latin to draw the correct rune on the book. The candles flare slightly and then go out.

	I pick up the book and open it. I grin. [color=#DB7093]”Once upon a time, there lived a fierce dragon.”[/color] I read and handed it to Caden next. 

	Caden chuckled, looking at the book to keep reading. [color=#006400]”The dragon lived an isolated life until a princess was sent to the dragon's tower to be guarded.”[/color] He handed the book back to me, and I gave it to Nic. 

	When Nic opened the book, the first page would read, [i]Treaty 1: This Treaty acknowledges the official relationship between the human and supernatural communities of Illinois.[/i] It went on from there, but I saw something different.

	I sat back on the couch beside Nic while he looked over the book, and I read what I saw instead. [color=#DB7093]”Now the princess did not want to be guarded; she wanted to be free, but her parents wanted her protected.”[/color] I smiled. [color=#DB7093]”There, now you have a book that is a fairytale to anyone but you.”[/color]