9th September, 1988.
Despite the gloomy weather and heavy rain that fell on the small town of Ipswich that autumn night, the Danvers mansion was buzzing with excitement. William Danvers' wife, Evelyn, had just given birth. It was a beautiful baby boy whom they named Caleb.
To William and the three other Sons of Ipswich, this marked an end of an era and the beginning of a new one. Soon the others, Wayne Parry, Joseph Garwin, and Glenn Simms would also bear sons of their own and the new generation of warlocks will be complete. They would then be facing the tedious task of guiding these boys to the rules of the Covenant, an age-old secret which had kept their families alive during the darkest of times. All that loomed ahead of them but at that moment, William didn't mind. He was too focused on the warm bundle in his arms. He looked down and smiled at the sleeping infant. The first time that the four of them caught a glimpse of him, Joseph quickly pointed out that Caleb was an exact replica of the older Danvers. William couldn't argue with that. His only wish was that the boy wouldn't grow up to be exactly like him. He prayed that Caleb would possess the willpower and self-control that he lacked, especially when it came to using the Power.
"Don't be too much like your old man," William whispered, chuckling quietly.
"Um, guys? I think you'd want to see this," Wayne called out. He was standing by the full-length window overlooking the mansion's massive front lawn. The three men quickly flocked towards where Wayne stood and followed his gaze.
"Are you kidding me?" Glenn mused.
"What is that?" Joseph wondered out loud.
Amidst the pouring rain, lightning struck the soaked ground of the front lawn. It was a common enough occurrence. Centuries of magic invoked within the mansion's walls attracted the elements to its vicinity. What they did found strange was the frequency of the lightning and the precision of its strikes. Like a rhythmic pulse, the blinding rod kept striking the same spot on the ground over and over and over again.
"Any idea what that means, Will?" Joseph asked, looking at the new father and de-facto leader of the brotherhood.
William shook his head and brought Caleb closer to his chest. He had never seen that happen before. However he had a feeling that whatever it meant, it was something pivotal for the Covenant of Silence. And no matter how much he tried, he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that it will involve the newborn baby that he held in his arms.
Author's Notes: Hey guys. So it's been over a decade since the movie came out. Believe it or not I have been tempted to write a fic since then (amazing how time flies). Just never got around to doing it. But this plot bunny has been stewing in my wee head for the better part of the 11 odd years that I have kept it to myself.
And tbh right now the reason I wrote this is to "decompress" my thoughts a little and help with my god awful Writer's Block. I'm still in the middle of concluding another fic...well, trying to. Anyways, not so sure how this is going to be taken or if it will even be read. Are there even still readers who browse under this category? If they do, is Caleb even their type? Haha! So many questions. If you did end up reading my prologue hope I hear from you.