The Wiccan Way

     I listened carefully at the door to my mother's study. I knew as soon I saw the Crone arrive that something was not right. My ear pressed to the door, all I could hear were the mumbles, of a hushed conversation between my mother and the Crone. It was an understatement to say I was worried. Colby had already been missing for three months, and there was still no sign of him. This disscusion obviously involved him.

     It wasn't often that someone went missing from the Coven. Most of us prefered the sense of security it provided, to the loneliness felt outside of it. The majority of Wiccan were fairly prone to being surrounded by ourselves rather than humans. So it was more than strange when Colby dissapeared. The Coven was in a panic, not knowing about Colby's whereabouts seemed more frustrating than anything to us. Most Wiccan are obssesed with intelligence, to not know something was torture.

     I heard footsteps approaching the door, and quickly made my retreat down the stairs, back to the chair I had been reading in when the Crone had a arrived. Just as I picked up my novel, my mother and the Crone descended the stairs.

     Every Coven has a Crone. Basically, the Crone of a Coven was the most expirenced (or oldest) Wiccan of said Coven. She was second head of the council, and had a lot of imput alongside the Coven's High Priestess. Many Crones had been High Priestesses themselves in their day. Our Crone, Esmene Felina, was one of scariest women I had ever met, she was also my grandmother.

     My grandmother was a slight woman. Probably only 5"2 and 115 pounds at the most. Her skin, still wrinkle free, save for minimal crows feet, hardly showed her age, a number she kept to herself. The fact that golden blonde hair still shimmered with youth, deffinetly did not make her seem any older than 40. Her denim blue eyes match those of my mother and sisters. Despite all this, she could put a sumo-wrestler on his ass just by thinking it.

     My mother looked almost identical to my grandmother. Allthough, she was about 8" taller, with her hair cropped to just below her ears. The colour of their hair and eyes was identical, though, aswell as their face shape, abd facial features. If you didn't know any better, you might say my mother was my grandmothers younger sister. She also had this very professional look to her, that sort of reminded me of those supermodels that stand silently next to the fashion designer, while the clothing their wearing is talked about, and they're poked and proaded as if they arn't even there. If there was one person scarier than my grandmother, it was High Preistess Valencia Felina. My mother. Her being a High Priestess meant she was techniquely the queen of our Coven,for all intensive purposes. No one messed with her. Even humans seemed to sense her power, they suddered in her presence.

     "Hecate." My grandmother's voice pulled me back into reality. She nodded to me as my mother walked her to our front door.

     "Grandmother." I replied politely. Once she reached the door, she turned to my mother.

     "Goddess help us." She said, and then walked out. Her saying that only enforced my worries that the situation was worse than the council was trying to make it seem.

     "What was that about?" I asked, trying to casually pry information from mother about hers and grandmothers conversation. She turned to me with a glare, instantly catching on to the fact that I was really asking Any knews on Colby's whereabouts or why he went missing? I had already been told to stay out of the Colby situation. "It was none of my buisness." People constantly reminded me.

     "Just keep your nose out of places it dosn't belong. We knew you were outside of the door." My mother said, raising an eyebrow at me.

     "Woops..." I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.