Might and Magic

Last night, before going to sleep, I cast a spell. I wrote it down on my black book because I knew the words would hold the spell better together, better than just words in my head.

The spell worked; no Netgoths visited me during the night.

I don't know how long this spell will last. Their visits have been incessant. What do they want from me? My frail mind, my sanity? Do they want to enter my body and reanimate me? Or use me then cast me away?

While we sleep, we fight for the right to party. And by the powers of Grayskull, I am She-ra!