A world in which magick has remained so for a long time, longer then ours: Jenna sat ourside, feeling

the warm sun, the rays bouncing off her skin and radiating her with heat. The time felt right, finally. Okay, She thought. She rose from her chair and crossed her porch to stop at a large rosebush, gray and bare in its winter form. It is time, It s finally to renew. The time is here and we must sing! Grow. She sent her best waves she could, pulsing out her ancient intentions. Underneath her fingertips a warm, sunglow haze, and the branch began to green. Wolf, face to the wind turns a smiling head back sings to her lover