The Beginning - The Coven

The Danaro coven is a mystery to all. Who? Where? How? What? are questions that no one can actually answer. A big fog of whisperers, theories, legends. Not really focused in a clear explanation. Some speculate that the coven never really existed because there was simply no proof of it, therefore they don't bother searching for it. Some are curious, even determent to unravel the truths and find the answers to endless supernatural subjects and mystical knowledge that the tales speak of that which the coven holds. And some with their whole hearts, with their very soul, minds wrapped in fear and dread wish that non of it is true and that the coven its just that - imagined, made up. Because the matter-of-fact is, if the Danarion witches exist and this coven is real, it and they are a treat to all living things. Both because of the sayings of their incredible and formidable power and also the horror, the twisted and dark principle and practices that those individuals may carry, that they believe in and follow fanatically . And the ones who fear them are right of course. We are powerful and we are a true horror that can engulf the earth that you stand on. We are the nightmares and wickedness and cruelty. We are more powerful that anyone can imagine. We are hell to all living things. Hell and horror and nightmare that I so desperately need to escape before its too late for me and for my brother...

I am writing this as precaution if myself or the only other person that I trust - my brother Caleb don't make it out alive. And hope that someone powerful enough would stop our coven for good. I also am writing this because this is my life story and some day after when me and Caleb run away (and survive) to remind myself that you create your own way, not what some else believe that is your "destiny". I hate that word. Misguided preconception and a fuel for choosing to do unspeakable things and to justify becoming an abomination to this world. I should know. I am "destined" (by the words of my parents, and our people) to become one of it's puppets to enforce our believes onto every other Gemini coven there is, or what's left of them anyways - we made sure that is so. No one can oppose us this way. Being in a Gemini coven it is bad enough. The fate that holds every new born set of twins is miserable, and sad really. To be born and to grow up and then to fight for your life against no other that the person that you came into this world in this stupid so called Merge. Other covens, other witches have is easy, with their own magic and non of that crappy future ahead of them. But I came to the inner knowing that I should not hate them, its not their fault that we are born in those types of coven. And also I am not the kind to just let my past or birth determine who I will be. I just hope that what our coven is all about doesn't end up being the norm for the other Gemini witches because that fate is far sadder that just a Merge. Our Elders from eons ago believed that power should only be for the strongest but they also enforce and decide who is the strongest by their merit. They give all the newborn twins a chance to learn and practice so that when they grow up to become 16 of age, the elders kill off the weaker ones and transfer their essence on to the other part of the collective of Elders and for the ones who, in their eyes are worthy, they are used as a conduit, a vessel for the Elders to control, without ANY free will. They call it The Purging. And that is why I said puppets earlier. I meant it quite literally. For some, like my parents it is not even a puppetry. They believe it so much that they are like in union with this collective mind. Every action, every move is as the Danaro ways speak and act though them.

And as for me you might of guessed by now, that I am the worthy one and my brother is not. And I WILL NOT let anything happed to him. And I am running out of time. Our 16th birthday is 3 days away. But I have a plan. And if it works, we will be free from them and if we are lucky - we can have a life of our own. Now we need to survive our last tasks, exams to show of what we know and what we are capable of. I am good at it. Magic, I mean. I quite enjoy it but not when it comes to the dark aspects of what magic can be, but non the less I am good at that too. I just understand the fabric, the essence of every spell or thing that I get my hands upon to learn from. Caleb is not bad also. But I see in his eyes that this, all of this darkens is too much for him and he rejects it in ways that got him in trouble because of it. Because weakness is not acceptable. I think that if we weren't here and we grew up in different circumstances he would be a tremendous nature practitioner. I dream some day of seeing that happening. For now I have a plan to achieve. It will be short of a miracle to come to life but if there is even a slight chance I will do it. I am not like them all, I don't believe in their ways. I think that is beyond all matters of sanity. Their dreams are not mine. I dream of a life of free will and my own family, a place to call my own and to be safe and secure. That is what I go to sleep as an image in my head every night. Sometimes I wonder though. Why am I not like them? It would certainly be easier to embrace the coven's way but I feel their is meaning to that as well. I just need to see it through.

So.. Exams here we come!