An oval shaped ring, the pattern is not one that is easy to describe, branched spread all over the oval shape with many leaves coming from the branches, a few of the bigger leaves have small stones, each one a different colour, bedded deep within them. From the very first time Kara laid eyes on the ring, she knew that something magical lay deep within it, waiting to be held by the right hands, waiting for the power to be awakened. She had always known what the right hand touched the ting the world around them would change in more ways than one.
All witches, on their sixteenth birthday, along with their family spell book, were given one of the rings. After Kara was given her, she felt the great power that was in it, she felt her own powers beginning to open up and grow; something every great witch wants to feel. She never knew how much that ring meant to a witch until she lost hers; she never thought she would never again see that ring, the one that she was meant to guard with her life. After she let it slip that she had lost her ring she began to notice the world around her change, her mother- one the greatest and one of the most powerful witches that had ever walked the earth- stopped trusting her and treating her like a daughter, everyone in her town of the Mistly started to treat her differently too. The only thing that got her thought those dark days was her father; he was the only one that had believed in her, the only one that said it was okay when she had lost her ring. He was her light in the dark, her sun in the rain, her warmth on a cold day. He was everything she needed and everything she wanted.
She never understood how important that ring could mean to her and her powers until it was placed within her hands once again.