Witches who had a strong bond could share memories. Not in the way normal humans could. They could give each other memories to remember for them. It was useful for remembering spells, but as time wore on, that wasn’t needed. The internet made spells easily available, so witches turned sharing personal memories.
Penelope wasn’t the oldest witch, but she was one of the best. She had long, shimmery, gray hair and the bright, ocean-colored eyes. She was an elemental witch, able to control fire and water. They were on opposite sides of the elements, but she was skilled with both. She was called a Mist
Caroline was an Elementalist on the other side of the scale. She could control the Earth and the air. Her appearance showed her powers. She had very long, brown hair and a leaf crown. Her eyes changed from sky blue to grass green to the color of fresh dirt. She was called a Wind.
Malibu was the youngest witch and the most forgetful. She was a Mist. She looked similar to Penelope, except her hair was short and white, the color of snow. Her eyes were ocean blue and sometimes changed to a fiery red, depending on her mood.
Hela, no relation to the goddess of death, was the oldest. She was a Mist as well. Her birth sisters were both Winds, so she resembled a Wind. Her hair was brown with a red tint, almost ironic to the subtly of her powers. Her eyes were different colors, her left eye was blue and the right was brown.
The four witches had been rejected from the other covens, so they started to their own. The Mist covens wouldn’t accept Caroline and the Wind covens wouldn’t accept Penelope, Malibu, and Hela. They created their own coven called Coven of Wind and Mist. Through this coven, they became close enough to share memories.
Penelope had the best memory and Malibu had the worst. Hela and Caroline were somewhere in the middle. Malibu gave 90% of her memories to Penelope, keeping the most private 10% to herself. Caroline and Hela gave Penelope about 50%. Penelope most kept her memories. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her sisters, but she preferred to keep what was in her head, in her head.
One day, Penelope decided to give up one of her memories. It was troubling and she preferred to forget it. She transferred the memory to Malibu, wanting the memory to be lost forever. If she’d known the secrets behind the memory, she never would have given it up.
“Penelope, Malibu, Caroline, and Hela. Sisters of the Coven of Wind and Mist. The Queen of the Covens.” A short witch introduced the Queen. Queen Frances walked into the room.
“You may rise.” Queen Frances said as the four girls swept into curtsies.
The sisters stood up. They stood shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the Queen to tell what she needed. Queen Frances didn’t get to her point immediately, she stood in front of the girls, waiting.
“Your Majesty, what brings you here?” Malibu asked after a long pause.
“Something terrible has happened. All the witches from a certain gathering have died except for one.” Queen Frances said.
“Who?” Caroline asked.
“What gathering?” Hela asked.
“What do we have to do with it?” Malibu asked.
“How did they die?” Penelope asked.
“It was the gathering for the witches of the head of each coven from two years ago.” Queen Frances said.
“Two years ago…” Penelope said. “I was the head of the coven two years ago.”
“I know. I came to warn you. All the witches failed a simple test. They couldn’t remember how many new witches they trained.”
