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Authors: L.A. Jones
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They were well on their way to the building’s front
door when Aradia was struck by a sudden urge. It hit her like an
inspiration; a cold and wet rag upon the back of her brain.
“Wait,” she commanded. The others obeyed.
She moved toward the cauldron. It was raised up on
sturdy feet. There was plenty of room underneath to mass wood for
fuel, and there was plenty of wood. She dropped to her hands and
knees and shoved the wood out. She blew hard to remove as much of
the char as she could.
“Dad, do you have your knife?” she asked. He obliged
her, passing down his Swiss army knife. She opened it up and used
it to pry up one of the stone tiles which just didn’t seem right to
her.
Underneath was a rippling mass, like the one they’d
passed through in the cave wall. In surprise, she dropped the
knife. Upon touching the mass, it vaporized in a puff of smoke.
“Oh dear,” Ross murmured.
Aradia didn’t hesitate, for somehow she knew she
would come to no harm. She thrust her hands into the mass, grabbed
what was underneath, and pulled it out.
In her hands she found a thick, black, leather bound
book.
She climbed back from under the cauldron and showed
her parents what she’d discovered. They took seats together at one
of the pews. Aradia sluggishly moved to open it, her hands feeling
like clay and her nerves stretched thin as a wire.
Using whatever strength she had left, Aradia opened
the book and began to read.
This blessed tome is the record of Salem Coven, under
the protection of the witch goddess Aradia. It is written in my own
hand as I, Madea Blackthorn, am the coven’s chosen scribe. The
words I set to parchment shall tell of our events, lives, and
worship in honor of our patron goddess who guides us and delivers
us to our destiny. So may it be!
The book was thick, far too thick for Aradia to
finish in one sitting, especially under the circumstances. That
being the case, she flipped through, skipping huge chunks, but
getting a sense of the story. The volume covered everything from
spells and potions to mundane cookbook recipes to accounts of odd
dreams. One passage in fact described, in exquisite detail, a
pumpkin which the author had apparently found fascinating.
Aradia soon focused on the diary-style chronological
entries.
May 5th, 1690
Today we finished the spring festival by completing
the chanting and the spells cast in the sacred cauldron in honor of
our lady of the dark moon, Hecate. More news has arrived from the
seer: four babies will be born before a year and three months have
passed. One of the children will be in possession of a great
destiny. No one, not the Seer who predicted it, nor the elder
witches who guide our coven, knows what sort of destiny.
July 8th, 1691
Over one year ago, our great Seer predicted four
babies. Today, they were born, all fine and healthy, two boys and
two girls. Sadly, as these four new flames enter the world, one
older one is extinguished. The mother of the eldest of the babies
died in childbirth. She lived only long enough to cast one first
and final glance upon the beautiful baby girl. She did not even
name the poor little one. We had no idea what to do when the Seer
stepped forward and adopted the baby as her own.
We were all shocked, for the Seer has never shown
interest in children. Yet, the moment she held the little girl, we
witnessed the most miraculous sight. The Seer smiled at the baby,
but what’s more, the baby smiled back! Everyone in the room swore
they could feel their hearts melting.
"Her name is Aradia," the Seer then said as she
turned to face everyone who had gathered in the hall. "Named after
our patron goddess who was the first of our people and the greatest
witch of all!"
August 17th, 1691
It has been over a month since the four came into the
world, and the Seer relishes her motherly role with Aradia daily.
Indeed, she seems younger and happier than any has ever seen her.
The child is a bundle of pure joy,
They were well on their way to the building’s front
door when Aradia was struck by a sudden urge. It hit her like an
inspiration; a cold and wet rag upon the back of her brain.
“Wait,” she commanded. The others obeyed.
She moved toward the cauldron. It was raised up on
sturdy feet. There was plenty of room underneath to mass wood for
fuel, and there was plenty of wood. She dropped to her hands and
knees and shoved the wood out. She blew hard to remove as much of
the char as she could.
“Dad, do you have your knife?” she asked. He obliged
her, passing down his Swiss army knife. She opened it up and used
it to pry up one of the stone tiles which just didn’t seem right to
her.
Underneath was a rippling mass, like the one they’d
passed through in the cave wall. In surprise, she dropped the
knife. Upon touching the mass, it vaporized in a puff of smoke.
“Oh dear,” Ross murmured.
Aradia didn’t hesitate, for somehow she knew she
would come to no harm. She thrust her hands into the mass, grabbed
what was underneath, and pulled it out.
In her hands she found a thick, black, leather bound
book.
She climbed back from under the cauldron and showed
her parents what she’d discovered. They took seats together at one
of the pews. Aradia sluggishly moved to open it, her hands feeling
like clay and her nerves stretched thin as a wire.
Using whatever strength she had left, Aradia opened
the book and began to read.
This blessed tome is the record of Salem Coven, under
the protection of the witch goddess Aradia. It is written in my own
hand as I, Madea Blackthorn, am the coven’s chosen scribe. The
words I set to parchment shall tell of our events, lives, and
worship in honor of our patron goddess who guides us and delivers
us to our destiny. So may it be!
The book was thick, far too thick for Aradia to
finish in one sitting, especially under the circumstances. That
being the case, she flipped through, skipping huge chunks, but
getting a sense of the story. The volume covered everything from
spells and potions to mundane cookbook recipes to accounts of odd
dreams. One passage in fact described, in exquisite detail, a
pumpkin which the author had apparently found fascinating.
Aradia soon focused on the diary-style chronological
entries.
May 5th, 1690
Today we finished the spring festival by completing
the chanting and the spells cast in the sacred cauldron in honor of
our lady of the dark moon, Hecate. More news has arrived from the
seer: four babies will be born before a year and three months have
passed. One of the children will be in possession of a great
destiny. No one, not the Seer who predicted it, nor the elder
witches who guide our coven, knows what sort of destiny.
July 8th, 1691
Over one year ago, our great Seer predicted four
babies. Today, they were born, all fine and healthy, two boys and
two girls. Sadly, as these four new flames enter the world, one
older one is extinguished. The mother of the eldest of the babies
died in childbirth. She lived only long enough to cast one first
and final glance upon the beautiful baby girl. She did not even
name the poor little one. We had no idea what to do when the Seer
stepped forward and adopted the baby as her own.
We were all shocked, for the Seer has never shown
interest in children. Yet, the moment she held the little girl, we
witnessed the most miraculous sight. The Seer smiled at the baby,
but what’s more, the baby smiled back! Everyone in the room swore
they could feel their hearts melting.
"Her name is Aradia," the Seer then said as she
turned to face everyone who had gathered in the hall. "Named after
our patron goddess who was the first of our people and the greatest
witch of all!"
August 17th, 1691
It has been over a month since the four came into the
world, and the Seer relishes her motherly role with Aradia daily.
Indeed, she seems younger and happier than any has ever seen her.
The child is a bundle of pure joy,
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