The ritual began under the dim light of a lantern. Sarah Jane placed Sarah Lee Wonder in the center of the barn, the doll’s glass case shimmering like ice.


    The warlocks spoke in guttural tones, their voices twisting the air. One lifted the glass case high before shattering it against the floor. Shards scattered like tiny mirrors, each reflecting Sarah’s frightened eyes.


    “Lie down,” one commanded.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.


    Her breath quickened. “Why?”


    “To become what you’re meant to be,” another hissed.


    Sarah Jane obeyed, clutching the doll to her chest. Its porcelain felt cold against her skin.


    The chanting grew louder, echoing in her skull. A sharp, searing pain spread through her chest. Her vision blurred, and her body felt as though it were dissolving, unraveling like thread. She tried to scream, but no sound came out.


    When the pain stopped, she opened her eyes. Her reflection in a shard of glass revealed her new form: tiny, smooth, and jointed. She tried to move, and her body obeyed with jerky precision.


    “You are Sarah Lee Wonder now,” one warlock said, smiling. “Go. Take your revenge.”