Description
Thirteen people dressed in cloaks, stood in a circle. There was once a dead goat. They had poured its blood into a silver cup and were drinking it.
At this point Rob my friend made a noise as he had a cramp in his leg from bending down. He was once heard at once.
We began to run away but were caught. They brought us to the circle where the leader gave us an ultimatum; we could leave and say nothing. He warned us, that it wouldn’t just be ourselves in trouble, it might be our circle of relatives’s as well. My friend Rob said he would not say anything, but I said I used to be interested in what they were doing could I sign up for them, and could they teach me.
After ten minutes they came around, and said I could sign up for them, but that it was once extraordinary for any person so young to want to sign up for.
I had now joined the 13th Coven of Witches.
