Prologue
My name is Angel Meade, I was born and raised in Chance Harbour. My parents were catholic and I grew up in a semi religious environment, Though I preferred to follow the teachings of my Wiccan heritage. My friends and I were taught from a very early age about magic and responsibility, Dictates that we followed and kept close to our heart. I was the youngest of the group and eagerly awaited my 16th birthday, the day we would finally be able to bind our circle.
There were six totems in the binding spell each representing different aspects of the psyche . The first being aguses coin (light and dark) which was represented perfectly by my Charles. He had the capacity for both good and evil but would only excel once he chose a side. While my totem was acathla (the coin of power) which was the corresponding one to Charlie's,We belonged together. Just like Ethan and Amelia, we were destined for each other.
Their totems falain and demain literally translating to yin and yang. Though love never awoke between the two. They cared deeply for each other, it was friendship in its truest form. Maybe one day it would have progressed to love but fate was against us. John the younger Blackwell brother always had her attention. At first Ethan didn't mind, they were meant for each other, he would always wait for her. But when William died it was too late. Only years latter did Amelia realise her mistake in not choosing Ethan.
William Blackwell died at the age of 17 and his brother John received his place in the circle. Elia (darkness) was the most difficult totem. Will had fought the darkness every day but John embraced it, along with Dawn. Her desire for power had drawn her to denarius right from the beginning . We were becoming the architects of our own demise but we were blind to it.
The spell would be carried out at my place, we lived in the middle of nowhere. Gladstone witches had occupied the manor for close to 200 years. The wards were a requirement so that we didn't set the surrounding area on fire during the ritual. The spell would be cast at midnight hailing the arrival of a new circle with the new moon.
The spell was a success, I could feel the increase in power down to my bones, it was a heady feeling. But not everyone was happy, tradition dictated the families took turns leading, it was meant to be a Blackwell that would head our circle. The latent magics chose me instead, the minute the ritual ended all hell broke loose. Magic flew and everyone threatened to break the bond. It was Charlies father Brent who finally calmed things down, "Enough".
" Stop your posturing Cadmus Blackwell, you know as well I do the price for breaking the circle will be their magic". Johns head shot up and the older Meade let a smirk play on his lips. Even if Cadmus was pig headed enough, his son would not risk loosing his magic. The stench of greed was never far from John. We were dismissed while the adults discussed further and brokered peace.
In the intervening six years our lives were never the same, Amelia and I discovered our pregnancies within days of each other. Ethan met, married and fathered a child with Lily Armstrong there by bringing another family to the circle. Though she left 18 months later leaving Ethan to raise baby Adam.
We were surviving until a month after my twenty first, Nadine was brought to the circle and sacrificed, we were so drunk on our own power thinking we could control such a dangerous ritual. Amelias friend lost her mind and we lost our bond. I knew who was to blame and would act to stop them. Tomorrow night the new moon would help me stop John and dawn from further corrupting our bond. That night I put Diana to sleep and went to bed never to re awaken.
I lived in Chance Harbour till the day I was murdered. My friends mourned me and my baby girl cried for her mother. I was stuck in limbo watching my family in pain, not able to interfere. John and Dawn sitting in the pew mourning there friend not even realising their mistake.
The fact both of them did not realise is that how entangled our magic would become, binding a circle did not just bind your magic together it also bound our souls. Keeping a link between us all until the day our magic no longer existed. The founding families of Chance Harbour were too wide spread for that to occur. So I hang on here in limbo biding my time waiting for a chance to reclaim my life.
I watch as my best friend Amelia takes Cassie and runs in fear of the magic of the circle. I watch as the elders strip my friends of all their magic. I watch as Ethan drinks himself to death. I watch as Diana, Cassie, Adam and Jacob repeat our mistakes . I watch as John Blackwell claims our daughter as his own. I watch as my husband looses faith in me within seconds. I even watch as Charles lets the darkness take him and kill Amelia. That is all I can do for now is watch but my time will come to act sooner then any of them would realise.