Because we all need a little bit of magic..
I have been living my life in a sweet, sugar-plum-coated bubble of big fat lies.
As it turns out, my mother was a witch, and not even just any kind. She was one of the most powerful ones of all, and so am I, apparently.
It's Halloween. I'm all out of love. So, I do the obvious: I cast a love spell.
Of course, I haven't got the foggiest about the way my powers work. Hell, a minute ago I didn't even know I had them.
Now I find myself on the other side of the looking glass, not wanting to go back. The guy I conjured up has something to do with that, too. Actually, he has everything to do with it.
I couldn't find love on Earth, because he didn't exist. Well, at least not there.
I need to figure out who I am, and how to control my magic. But first, I am going to reap the benefits of the spell I cast...