"Magic is fickle. More than that, it is very vague. Magic in the Dark Ages could be called science today. The science of today might be called archaic superstition in 500 years."
Sharon wrote in her book of shadows, placing it on her deity alter where candles for the triple goddess, the horned god, and others stood waiting to be lit.
Sharon was a hereditary witch. That meant she learned from all the women and a few men who came before her in the family. She was also the last of her line. Her younger sister was not born with the gift... or mark,
a black heart shape on her shoulder.
Sharon, at 30 years old, had graying jet black hair sapphire blue eyes, a plus sized plush body, and a heart of gold.
Her gift was divination and kitchen witchery.
She kept having strange dreams. Like she was dreaming of different TV shows. And she kept dreaming of a red witch and purple witch.
In the dreams, she would look in a mirror and would not see herself, but an older blonde woman, "This isn't me."
And just as suddenly the dreams started... they stopped.
Recently, though she kept hearing an odd rhyme and melody...
"Am I supposed to know this song?" Sharon asked aloud to no one and anyone.
Recently, though she kept hearing an odd rhyme and melody...
"Am I supposed to know this song?" Sharon asked aloud to no one and anyone.
Soon, she was having dreams of a long and winding path and of a coven that was and wasn't.
One night after a fitful lack of fitful sleep, Sharon heard a call...
A voice dark and rich singing...
A cold wind howls calling to the witches. Come ride the sky with me. Come sister brother and friend , come ride the sky and hear the Samhain song.
The moon full and bright looks down with pure delight as her children dance in the firelight, casting shadows against the night. Come ride the sky with me. Come sister, brother and friend come ,ride the sky and hear the Samhain song.
A cold wind howls calling to the witches, come dance beneath the moon. every son and daughter comes dance beneath the moon this hallowed eve, come ride the sky with me. Come sister, brother and friend, come, ride the sky and hear the Samhain song
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Winter's Witch
FanfictionIn the mutiverse, anything is possible. In Westview New Jersey, a kindly retiree named Sharon Davis was recruited by a coven of witches to walk the infamous Witches' road. Unfortunately, she didn't make it forcing the coven to summon a witch in he...
