Romanian Castle

Samantha sat down next to the circle and closed her eyes. Concentrating entirely on the ritual, she neither noticed not cared what was going on around her. For a wizard this ritual was incredibly important, and extremely delicate. Lose focus and you could break the ritual, or worse, mess up what the spell would do.

Her entire concentration went to the spell, seeing, feeling, knowing every detail of how the spell would work. She imagined how the wind would carry her, moving her at high speeds. She imagined how the wind would feel, how exactly it would look, everything about the spell was perfectly there. Once she was sure, she opened her eyes, reading off the words on the paper, the ritual associating that whole idea with those words was now complete.

She blew out the candles and picked everything back up, putting them back in to her bag as she stood up. Looking around, she easily found what seemed to be the oldest book in the place. She took it off the shelf and then ran towards the exit, her mind taxed after completing the ritual.