Ateth looked around. She was standing on the roof of the castle, her favourite place in the whole castle. It was her favourite place because she could see the stars. Oh, how she loved the stars. It was a cold night and the wind brushed Ateth's hair away from her face, but she did not move from her spot.

"Ateth, you crazy little child, get inside!" Ateth heard her older sister, Edath, shout to her from the door.

Ateth scowled. She HATED being called a child. She was 15, so in her mind, she was an adult. Her family did not agree with her. They always called her a child, and they did not have to come up with new insults because Ateth always got annoyed by being called a child.

She pushed these thoughts out of her head and followed Edath inside.

Laranth, her mother, was sitting at the table, eating grapes and brushing her long, dark hair. It amazed Ateth how alike Laranth and Edath looked, even though there was an age difference of 20 years, but Laranth looked 20 instead of 40. Laranth and Edath had the same raven black hair, ruby red lips, and even the curves on their amazing bodies. The only two differences was that Edath had pale skin instead of tanned like Laranth's and Edath had violet eyes unlike Laranth's moss green eyes.

Ateth's other older sister, Jeranith, was dancing around the room, even though there was no music playing. She twirled, and the skirt of the dress went up to reveal her perfect legs. That was something else that annoyed Ateth greatly. How perfect Jeranith was. She had Ateth's gold hair and Ateth's light brown eyes, but somehow Jeranith looked grown up and she looked like she was a goddess, whereas Ateth looked like a pixie you would expect to see in a painting, sitting on a flower, staring at the flying by fireflies with eyes glowing with interest and wonder.

Laranth cleared her throat loudly. Ateth and her two sisters immediatly knew that that was there signal to sit down, which they did. Ateth and Edath looked at each other from across the table, wondering what happened, but Jeranith just sat there with a knowing smirk that Ateth hated.

Laranth smiled. "As you all knew, Jeranith came back from the Isle of the Blessed yesturday, bringing many spell books back, and she has brought back one that I am VERY interested in."

Jeranith smiled before she put on a face of fake fear, sniffed and puckered her face like she was fighting tears. "It was so horrible seeing the Isle of the Blessed without people. It used to be so full of life, but now everyone is gone because of that jackass Uther and his bastard son Arthur. Our people do not deserve to be killed at their hands." She sniffed again.

That was another thing about Jeranith that Ateth hated. She was such a fake. She showed off by dancing and wearing skin tight dresses that showed off her body, even though she only lived with three other girls with no boys in the house since their father died. Ateth was annoyed at her after she spoke about the Isle of the Blessed since the last time Jeranith had been at the Isle of the Blessed was 20 years ago when she was 3. It was already deserted by then. The only way Jerantih knew about how it used to be was through Laranth's stories, but she only half listened because she didn't care that much.

"Anyway, when I was there, I found this large spell book. While I was flicking through it, I found a rather interesting spell to give the user immortal life."

Jeranith and Laranth beamed at this. Ateth never understood why they were so obsessed with immortal life. Sure, she didn't want to die, but immortal life would get so boring and lonely. Maybe if she had someone to share it with (apart from her family). Someone she loved. Edath just stayed silent. Edath didn't like to argue, so she didn't get into arguements. She spoke to everyone, but she barely said anything. Ateth thought that this was because she didn't want to anger anyone, but the fact was that Ateth knew Edath for all her fifteen years, but she knew just about nothing about her.

"We can make it, but we don't have some of the nessary ingredients."

"Well, what ingredients do we need? Come on, speak child." Laranth said with an impatient voice.

"Serval sacrifices."

Ateth's heart sunk. Her mother and sisters could casually talk about murdering people, but Ateth could not. She did not like anyone to be hurt or suffer. Her sisters teased her about not being able to kill. Ateth did not feel shame about not being able to kill, nor did she think she should feel shame about not being able to kill.

"What kind of sacrifices?"

"Human sacrifies. The spell gave certain instructions as to what people are killed, when they killed and how they are killed. They must be killed at the late hours of the night before midnight and they must be killed with a silver dagger on a stone alter."

"What type of people should be killed?"

"Three maidens, three virgin males under the age of 20, one daughter of a king, and five servants or slaves of a killer."

Laranth smirked. "If you hate Uther so much, why don't we take these people from Camelot itself? That would oh so annoy him."

Jeranith gave her a look one would give a fool when they came up a stupid theory. "But mother, why don't we just kill Uther? Wouldn't that 'oh so annoy' him?"

Laranth laughed. "No, child. Every attempt at Uther's life has failed, every creature or sorcerer who has tried to kill them has been killed themselves. We shall wait until we are immortal, and then, even if we do fail, which is close to immpossible, seeing as we are four rather brillant witches-" Jeranith looked at Ateth and scoffed.
She scowled at her. "-who could easily kill that old fool, but even if we do fail, there is no way he could kill us." Laranth smirked again. "We could take a couple of his nobles, though, to annoy him in the meantime. We may have to take a few servants as well, because if the nobles are anything like Uther, the only nobles who are virgins will be children, and I heard there are not many child nobles in Camelot."

Jeranith and Edath laughed. Ateth sighed.

Ateth had a secret she told no-one. She inheritated her father's ability to see into the future, a gift none of her family apart from her had. She knew someone was going to die, but she wasn't so sure it would be Uther or anyone else from Camelot. She could only hope that if it was a stranger, they died painlessly, and if it was one of her family memebers, she hoped that the memory of their death would not haunt her mind like her father's death did.