It must be that the Universe has a black sense of humour but no imagination whatsoever. There is no other explanation to the fact that if there exists a strong magical object, say, an enchanted sword or an amulet full of magical powers, said object will undoubtedly fall into the hands of some person who a) has no idea of it´s true value or ways of using it, b) Is in some way related to a powerful line of gods or wizards or kings and c) is ill-adept at first in using that object but will learn to master it after a series of dangerous close-calls and near-deaths. All of this, except the last part, was true when FedEx accidentally dropped a parcel in Griselda Wayfairs doorstep. The parcel was supposed to go to her aunt, Morgana Wayfair, a mighty white witch of magnificent reputation. Insted it got delivered to Griselda, a runny-nosed, skinny high-scholl dropout who, even according to her own mother who loved her, was "the worst witch that has ever walked the face of this earth". By her illustrious family´s standards, whose lineage stretched back to the days King Arthur was in charge and whose members included a mad werewolf, two wizards, a demon hunter, many witches etc, she was a total and utter loser.So, when Griselda got the parcel she was destined to open it, see the Dimensional Cape, put it on her shoulders and prove to her goddamn annoying cousin Alexandra oh-so-beautiful Wayfair that nothing of importance would happen. and if anything should happen then Griselda was more than witch enough to handle the situation.It all went downhill from there.