Hello everybody! It's me again! I know this has been repeated plenty of times but I just couldn't help myself really I couldn't so if you want to read it be my guest and if you don't like it...too bad! (Deal with it). This is basically my take on The Covenant (the movie of course) and how different it would have been if there were a set of girls who were sorta like the boys...but altogether different.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this! I repeat i own nothing! Don't sue me please I'm broke!
Well okie-dokie here is it is enjoy!
Update: so I've already posted this story BUT I re-read it and ... I just had to redo it you know? Anyway I haven't changed too much...just my spelling and maybe a name or two.
To my beautiful granddaughters,
I must make you understand, there was war. The French and Spaniards were ravishing our beautiful Italia beyond recognition, and we were vulnerable. The black epidemic had made us weaker and they used such knowledge against us. It seemed as if a lifetime had passed before Spain won us. As if we were whores they staked their claim, France lost and we were subjected to the rule of the Spaniards! The cries of our outrage were heard all over our city. But that was not the worst. Darker tribulations were ahead of us. An unholy union between Habsburg Spain and the Holy See spelled doom for us Protestants. In our own country! We were hunted, murdered like dogs. So we fled, we would not risk being thrown into the harsh light. We were the courageous and were the most powerful for we had a gift that ran as deep as blood and bone. We settled in England where we planned to live out our lives. You, my grandchildren have a gift that must be used wisely. For centuries a coven hidden in obscurity and shadow coveted our power, our magic, the Cronak Coven. Cinque famiglie. Descendents of the first five powerful druids in Celtic-Gaelic history. For this reason we stayed close to one another, staying strong until talk of persecution spread like wild fire. By then we had enemies who were more than willing to accuse us so we fled. To settle in this place the New World, in a place called the Province of Carolina. Darlings no matter how much you may come to loath your gifts, no matter how much you long for a life without magik, know now you shall never have it. But you are not alone in this journey, you have the Cadorna, Genovese, Pontecorvo and the Scarlatti's who all share the same burden. Stay alert my loves and most of all be blessed in the life you lead.
Francesca Mariana Dioguardi
Gently tracing the edges of the letter in her hands, the yellow aged paper still called out to her. Calling for her to read it's written word again before she claimed her birth-rite. Cassandra Éowyn-Mira Dioguardi closed the black leather bound book. Nothing had changed. In the many years since Francesca fled Italy the Cronak Coven still hungered for their power, still sought out ways to hurt the fledging members of the Covenant of the Sun. Sighing she smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles of her white long sleeved ceremonial dress. Glancing at the clock Cassandra opened the door of her new room to step out into the hall of her equally new home. The feeling of being out of place settled on her shoulders as she hurriedly walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Unconsciously she inhaled sharply, the kitchen always took her breath away. With it's midnight blue marble counter tops and dark black marble floors she twirled playfully, one final moment of lightheartedness. Sitting on one of the stools Cassandra giggled to herself. Nervous energy turned her stomach as if to reminder her it was almost time.
"Honey!"
Cassandra squeaked, jumping around to look at her mother, "mom! Don't do that!"
"Oh sweetie, everything's going to be fine tonight," Verona Lily Dioguardi smiled warmly at her daughter, wrapping her arms around her, "you can do this."
Cassandra nodded biting her lip, it was a nervous habit her daughter had inherited from her father, "What if something goes wrong?"
Verona sighed letting go, "nothing will go wrong, if Caitlin can do it so can you."
She scoffed reaching for the cookie jar, "She's stubborn and too strong for her own good, she didn't feel it."
Slapping her daughters hand away playfully Verona moved the cookie jar out of reach, "you know that wasn't the case. You were there and you came back terrified so did Patience and Ro."
Scowling now Cassandra reached for an apple, "because she was over exaggerating it! She even told us that it didn't really hurt she just wanted to scare us."
Verona sighed taking the time to actually look at her daughter. It was no wonder why people back home had often thought Cassandra was adopted, her daughters long dark brown hair was a stark contrast from her own blonde locks.
"Hey people!" Rowan Allona Genovese cried out walking into the kitchen as if she owned it.
Rolling her eyes Cassandra reached out to hug one of her best friends, stopping when she saw what Ro had dared to wear to her special occasion, "really Rowan?"
Pointing at what looked like a shredded skirt Cass looked away offended by the monstrosity that was in the family kitchen.
"Don't call me that, you know I don't like it," she picked at the fringe at the end of the black skirt, "It looked cool."
"It's a special day remember?" mentally stopping herself from delivering a lecture Cass waved in the general direction of the stairway, "pair of jeans in my closet and a white shirt in the first drawer, please go change."
Stomping past another visitor Rowan grumbled a hello, Tina Valor Scarlatti did a full circle watching Ro go before turning back to smile at Cass, "Hey babe."
"Hi Trina," biting into the apple that her mother had placed in front of her Cass gave her a small hug.
"So, you nervous?" Trina asked her attention no longer on her friend but on the cookie jar by the fridge calling out to her.
Leaving the kitchen silently while the girls were distracted Verona went into the den locking the door behind her, the night was going to be long and she was hoping to be thoroughly drunk by the time the main event rolled around.
Making sure her mother had indeed gone, Cass got a cookie, sinking her teeth into it, her eyes rolled back dramatically, "so good."
Giggling Trina stuffed two into her mouth simultaneously, her hazel eyes laughing.
"Alright there, do I look decent?" Ro asked making sure the white long sleeve wasn't riding up.
"Better," Cassandra smiled warmly, hoping that Rowan had left the skirt upstairs and thinking it would fuel a lovely fire later on.
"Good, great," checking her phone for the time Ro sighed, "we got to go Cass, it's 8:30."
"Yeah, I guess," brushing the crumbs off her fingers Cassandra looked down at herself , "where is Patience going to meet us?"
Ro shrugged, "Don't know."
Grabbing her half eaten apple Cass headed for the front door, "Mom I'm leaving!"
"Good luck!"
The response came through the thick walls soothing her like it always did when they were back home in New Haven instead of the backwoods of Massachusetts. Stepping out into the circular driveway, a dark blue truck that could only belong to one Patience Inola Pontecorvo pulled up, "I found the perfect place."
Opening the back door Ro and Trina slid into the back seat, "Where?"
Patience smiled secretly, "You'll see."
Cassandra sighed looking up at the moon that was fast growing smaller as it rose higher up into the sky, "What about Adair and Lyanna ?"
The dark haired beauty chuckled helplessly reminded of what a worrywart her best friend was, "they know where to meet you, now it's just getting you there and then having us get to our designated area."
"Do we wait for you?" Trina asked silently, a nervous silence had settled over the car with just the thought of what Cassandra was going to go through.
Cass was silent, thinking the question over. The images of Caitlin's own rising were still fresh in her mind. After they'd walked home together with Lin showing off her new powers every five minutes, shaking her head she smiled kindly at the youngest of their group, "no, I'll get home on my own. I'll need to burn energy after and I don't want to hurt any of you."
Caleb Danvers soberly gazed out of his bedroom window trying to decide whether or not it was to late to call the boys and cancel.
Hearing a distinct knock he turned and found her mother, Evelyn Danvers, standing in his doorway, a rare smile on her lips, "honey the boys are waiting for you."
He nodded standing up to follow behind her, life in the Danvers home had become harder for his mother and Caleb had taken it upon himself to make things easier for her, "I'll be home no later than midnight."
Evelyn nodded rubbing her arms, "That's fine, be safe."
"I will," stepping out into the cold night air he got into the hummer.
"Hey man," his best friend Pogue Parry smiled giving him no clue as to how the night would turn out.
"Hey," Caleb greeted the whole group in general, "Where are we going?"
Tyler Simms sped out of the drive way and past the gates, heading towards their meeting place, "to talk to Gorman." They rode in silence each taking the time to appreciate how it was soothing their chaotic and restless souls.
Okay so this is an old story that i didn't continue but since i have time i thought what the hell. Yes I know it's been done. No I don't need you to tell me...okay maybe you do need to tell me. Which is why i have to say this...PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE! I BEG YOU! ...okay not literally but figuratively. So again PLEASE REVIEW it'll only take you at the most 2 minutes...or more if you have alot to say...which is good.