Coven: Witch Hunters

Once a coven, always a coven

A wind brushed by the trees, dancing in between the leaves.
The lights in the house seemed to not shine as bright.
The ice in the yard melted sadly.
The smoke of burnt rope and flesh puffed into the air.
Glass from a window was paralyzed on the ground.
A faucet now only dropped with water.
A violin was silent.
A Coven was broken.

"I didn't let him feel pain." Epiphany said while she walked towards Agatha and Nadine at the window.
"What do you mean?" Nadine asked?
Agatha stayed silent. She closed her eyes and a tear fell.
The last time Agatha shed a tear was when her cat died at the age of 17... he was put down.
"I only made him see beauty and feel calm. He did not suffer." Epiphany said while putting her hand to her heart as a sign of respect.
The sound of footsteps sounded from the side of the house.
Epiphany turned in a panic, and Agatha and Nadine turned to see.
The footsteps drew closer.
Did someone else come? Was there someone they hadn't noticed? No, they were sure they were all dead.
And then all fear was wiped away as it was only Fantasia and Helen.
"Scared you did I?" Fantasia smirked.
"Are you all ok?!" Helen asked frantically.
"No." Agatha said.
She continued, "August's, Jeanne and Cleo are dead. The house is destroyed. And we are all very low on energy at this time." Agatha said.
"Oh..." Helen said. Partly guilty because she felt she didn't do anything, but even if she had tried it would've been most likely she would've ended up dead.
They all looked silently to the ground.
Today was a day the coven suffered a great tragedy.
Witch hunters invaded their home and killed 3 witches, destroyed their home and left a hole in their souls.
"Lets clean this mess up." Agatha said breaking the silence.