Whitestone Coven

Chapter Eleven

Year; 1594
Larry Notman
Larry Notman. Small town church priest. Not even a huntsmen. But still doing the same cruel crimes as them.
Jackie Channer. Small little girl. Only age 8. He saw her ignite a candle without using her hands and realized she was a fireignitionist and burned her with that very candle flame.

Year; 2015 modern era
The next morning you wake up to your mother shaking your bed.
"(Y/n) wake up honey."
As you start to lean up in your bed you already noticed that she is wearing a black dress.
She never wears black. She hates the color. Too dark. Or so you thought.
"I need to tell you something."
She sits on your bed.
"You know how you asked about the Salem Witch trials last night?"
She seems very calm but also very alert.
"I guess I always hoped it skipped your generation too"
She knows.
She knows.
About, the um, time manipulation.
What.
"But it didn't. I can tell. Your a witch."
She looks you dead in the eye.
"And now I can no longer care for you. I must give you over to Mrs. Charlotte Jacobson."
She starts to sound sad.
Who's Charlotte Jacobson?
"There's a dress for you in the closet."
She points over to your closet.
"You have half an hour to pack, her guys will be here to pick you up then."
She stands up and walks out of the room.
What in the worlds going on?
A coven.
She's sending you to a coven.
No way.
You jump out of your bed and run to your closet.
Completely forgetting about the dress you grab your purple duffel bag.
Except it's not there.
I'm replacement there's a dark grey one. Not quite black, but to dark to be grey.
You grab it anyways and go to your dresser. Grabbing multiple pairs of leggings and skinny jeans you shove them into the bag.
Along with the pants you grab tons of sweatshirts ranging from high school sports teams to Yellowstone National Park sweatshirts.
Then you move over to your summer clothing.
Pretty much the same thing. Capri leggings, jean shorts and t-shirts are all of it. Leaving your bag in your room you run to your bathroom and pack your bathroom essentials. Sprinting back into your now filthy room you grab your phone charger and laptop charger.
Last bag to pack is your backpack. Inside you put your laptop, drawing notebook, headphones and your phone.

Now, for the dress. You open up your closet and inside your mother was correct.
A black dress.