XVIII

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"I am telling you, it doesn't work!"
At the living room of a big LA mansion, Nora was complaining to the head witch of the Wiccan tribe. "Not only me, a lot of the older members are also getting weaker"

"Nora!" The head witch said sharply. "Do you know what are you suggesting?"

"What are you talking about? I am talking about completing the offering to the Wiccan mother"

"You don't know about the prophecy." The older woman looked worried and exhausted.

"I am not following?"

"It's been known that when the Wiccan mother refuses an offering during a red moon. That is the end of that tribe"

"But we can still continue the..."

"You're not listening..." shouted the head witch. "We all are no longer a family follower of the Wiccan mother, our gifts will disappear and we will be done" she said sadly then looked at Nora. "You should join another tribe of witches before your gifts are completely gone."

"What about you??" She looked at her leader who seems to be getting older by the day.

"I am very tired and don't want to continue fighting against time."

"But what about the prophecy?? Isn't there any clues how to stop our tribe extinction."

"No body took it seriously, now we have to figure out what happened, why the Wiccan mother is punishing our tribe. No other Wiccan mother worshippers had lost their gift. It's all because of these boys"

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