Friday the 13th, a day feared by westerners, a day of bad luck and impending doom.
A day, however, held in high regard by the European people as one of the luckiest days of the year.

Racing Ma had an amulet with the number 13 struck on the face and encrusted with jewels, this was her lucky amulet.
A most peculiar amulet, struck from the purest gold, encrusted with diamonds and sapphires. Magic emanated from it until the day Racing Ma passed across the veil.
Now it just sits, dormant, waiting for the day it can be worn by someone as worthy as Racing Ma.

Friday the 13th, a day like any other day to some, a day of woe to others.
Beware the raven, the black cat, and all the other Necromancer doomsayers that can ruin a perfectly good day.

Beware shadows that seem to move with you, beware the full moon, for tonight it can light the way for demons of all types.
Beware the wizards, for their power is great today.

But most of all, beware your imagination, for in it is all that terrifies you.

So sayeth the Great White Sage.