Coven: Witch Hunters

Individuality

The sun rose and shined on Equinox Manor and everyone in inhabitance awoke.

Thalia Belgane shook Cleo Belgane in her sleep, "wake up cleo! Wake up!" Cleo's eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the light. Thalia went and opened the curtains and did a pirouette turning to face Cleo again.
Thalia and Cleo are sisters, Thalia loves ballet and dance, Cleo loves clothing and fashion.

Cleo sat at her vanity table and began combing her hair while Thalia changed from her pajamas into day clothes.
Cleo admired her hair, it was a dirty blond with just enough buoyancy and volume to float past her shoulders.

Downstairs the kitchen filled with an aroma that made full stomachs hungry again. Helen Belgane (Thalia and Cleo's mother) was cooking breakfast. Behind her was Fantasia Valen setting up the table.
"That looks wonderful dear." Helen said to her. She giggled and smiled. Fantasia was the youngest in the house, shes just 11 but has a great gift of clairvoyance that was learned about at a young age.

Then Samuel Crochet walked into the kitchen looking entrapped by the smell of French toast.
"what are you making Miss Belgane?" Samuel asked.
"French toast my dear, help Fantasia set at up the table." She said.
"But im already done!" Fantasia said proudly.
"Oh! well you are fast! Go wake the others, but carefully!" She said and they both scurried upstairs to the rooms of the house.
Samuel and Fantasia usually spent time together, they were the youngest. Samuel is 15 but has yet to discover any power or interest other than playing. He enjoys witchcraft and participating in ceremonies but he hasn't found something within that, that clicks with him. The others just say it will come in time and it's not a rush, but Fantasia knew at 9 that she was clairvoyant. So why hasn't anything happened to Samuel who's already 15?

Knock Knock
Cleo opened the door, "we'll be down in a minute." She said. Thalia could be seen dancing in the background.
"Watch out!" Fantasia said.
Cleo turned around and as Thalia was spinning her toe hit the corner of the bed stand. She recoiled in pain, "Ow!"
Fantasia shook her head.
"I told you to watch out!"

Knock Knock
Jeanne Crochet opened the door, "Hello."
"You guys have to come down to eat breakfast." Samuel said.
"Oh it's ready? That was quick." She said and stepped out into the hallway her sister Nadine Crochet behind her.
"What's for breakfast?" Nadine asked.
"French toast!" Samuel exclaimed.
"We still have to wake up my sister." Fantasia said making her way to her room.

"She sure sleeps a lot." Nadine said.
She opened the door and there sleeping beauty was, Epiphany Valen.
"She's astral projecting." Fantasia said.
"Epiphany, Epiphany time for breakfast." She whispered.

Gasp! Epiphany rose out of bed quickly almost gasping for air and reaching out to hold onto it, "goodmorning! I've been up all night!" She said.
"Helen made French toast." Fantasia said.
"My favorite!"

Everyone sat at the dining room table in complete perfection.
"Now we pray to the sun." Agatha Valen said.
Everyone held hands together and spoke in unison

The sun is high above us
Shining down upon the land and sea
Making things grow and bloom
Great and powerful sun
We honor you this day
And thank you for your gifts
You are known by many names
You are the light over the crops
The heat that warms the earth
The hope that springs eternal
The bringer of life
We welcome you and honor you this day
Celebrating your light
As we begin our day again

After breakfast the kids usually hung out, since it was saturday no one usually had anything to do, except the dads who had work.

Samuel and Fantasia walked through Francesca Crochet's greenhouse. The walls were smothered by vines. The herb section smelled so unreal as the scents from each herb intertwined with one another creating an entirely new smell.
They liked it in there because of how clean the air felt. And how aesthetically pleasing the plants posed against the light.
"Are you still down because you haven't discovered your power?" Fantasia asked.
Samuel kicked a rock, "yeah."
"I know what your power is." She said.
"You do?! What is it?!" Samuel exclaimed, he seemed so excited.
"I can't tell you." She said smirking.
"That's no fair! Then why'd you even tell me you know?"
"So that when you know, you won't tell me all excited and stuff, because I wont be surprised."
"Can you atleast tell me when I'm going to find out?" Samuel pouted.
"That I don't know. But I know it's soon."

Outside of the greenhouse in the house, Jeanne and Nadine spent time together.
Nadine was 17 and a skilled violinist, and Jeanne was 18 and loved to paint and draw.
Nadine played her violin meticulously in the room, and Jeanne drew her. Jeanne was able to catch every wisp of her hair, every movement in her fingers in a still image that seemed to be as alive as Nadine.
Errr. "Damnit I messed up." Nadine said in frustration.
"I have to get Vivaldi's Winter right or I won't be admitted into the Junior High Prestige Of Violinists.
"Why do you even want to get into that dumb club so badly?" Jeanne asked, defining Nadine's eyes with her pencil.
"What do you mean why? It's how I can get better and play with people who will challenge me."
"Hm."
"I'll go again from the top." She said and placed the bow on the strings again. They slid across each string seamlessly and created music that would make love to anyone's ears. It just had to make love to the judge's ears.

By nightfall when everyone was back inside and ready to go to sleep, they gathered in the living room in a circle.

Flavius Belgane handed around everyone their own candle to begin the moon prayer.
Augustus Crochet would be leading tonight.
"Let's begin."
And once again in unison, they prayed.

Ancient moon of healing and life
Please send us the blessings of health and vitality
Open us to the gifts of insight and understanding
Teach us to listen to the rhythms of the body
Teach us to use the power of self healing
Help us use the truth spoke by our bodies
Show us the power of living in harmony with our bodies
Open us to the gifts of stillness and rejuvenation of spirit
Oh ancient moon
Guide us on this faithful night

Then everyone blew out their candle and went to bed.