Hugh J. O'Donnell

The acolyte was suddenly overcome with the power of her goddess, filling her with power and light.
She cried out in ecstasy as a warm wind flowed around her, gathering her up into the goddess’s embrace.
All around her, the other white-robed priestesses gave their prayers and praise while draping sheets of white cloth around her as she rose towards the heavens.
It was the most embarrassing part of the Mysteries, but the goddess’s attention didn’t extend to her vestments. They knew from experience that she would be grateful later. Nobody wanted to be seen flying around the grounds naked.

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After they defeated the Giant Sorcerer, the heroes did everything they could to destroy their skull. They dropped it in a volcano, boiled it in acid, and used the most powerful magic spells to get rid of it.
But it always came back, in the same spot, ready to cause trouble again. It was the sorcerer’s final curse.
They retired from adventuring and bought a house. They put the skull in a shed out back and kept it secret.
Years passed, and they forgot about the skull. When they sold the property, it gave the new owners quite a scare.

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The young witch sits down in her living room and sets to work. There is a candle-topped skull on an end table and a stack of tomes are piled on the floor. The space is otherwise modern and comfortable.
She is a thoroughly modern witch who crafts her spells in a text editor instead of a cauldron. The rules are the same. She just uses new tools.
She pauses when her laptop screen shuts itself, and an unseen yet fuzzy presence makes itself known in her lap.
Another immutable rule of witchcraft is that the cat will always cause trouble.

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