A/N: Okay well I just finished the series, I didn't really like it that much but you know whatever Anyway I would like to write a story about it. I'll make this a one-shot for now, but if you guys like it, well I'll go on. Just please review. I want at least two before I write chapter 2
The Council sat around the table. The 11 different faces all looked to the middle one. She sat in the center of the table. Long auburn ringlets cascaded down her back. Hard midnight blue eyes looked around the room with a focused look. Her eyes looked hateful in the grey, unnatural light of the room.
"Bianca, as leader of the Council I cannot allow the spell or ceremony to be hosted and said." The maiden's younger sister, who sat to the right of her, stared at her distastefully. The girl showed resemblance to her sister, strong cheekbones, coal black eyes, and chestnut hair that looked like it was woven with the colors of autumn.
"As you wish sister." She seethed through her teeth. Her coal black eyes flashed to a creamy white.
"Now, as you were saying Creon. A new diadem must be created, since the last one was destroyed by a certain power." The woman's gaze traveled over to her sister. The other girl shot her a look.
A handsome man, with crazed blond hair, cleared his throat. "It is necessary a new diadem is created, of the finest silver. We must find a source, if it is to generate any of your power." He watched the woman's face with careful but intense eyes. The woman's expression changed to a thoughtful one.
"In the Witch Mountains, Bianca and I, our parents hid the last supply of the gilzy silver. We excavate it, I'm sure we can create a rather brilliant diadem." She quieted and allowed the silence to settle among her council. She looked up with her powerful dark eyes, they seemed to be ablaze. They focused on each face around her. "Tomorrow something will arouse. It will hit us a lightening bolt sent from Zeus himself. If we are all not present, I expect you to look to Bianca. With that last say, I adjourn the meeting." She slammed the softly bound, brown leather book in front of her.
"Veronica?" The woman with midnight blue eyes looked at the voice of the other maiden.
"Molly?" The short but elegant woman stood, "Speak." Veronica firmly but gently commanded.
"Is this one of your 'premonitions'?" She acted like such a child for being eighteen. Veronica breathed in her anger and turned to the red-headed girl.
"Yes Molly. It is, and I'm quite positive, this is the strongest one I've ever had." She stood and eyed her. She waved her hand and the Council rose. All of them left but Veronica's sister, Bianca. Her coal black eyes shined malignantly.
Veronica walked to the open doors of the marble balcony, stepping out into the night air. It was December, but yet the witch queen did not feel the frigid air nipping at her skin. The silvery light blended in with her skin, the creaminess of it looked like it was painted with white. She sighed, looking down onto the frozen over ocean. The moon glimmered brightly through the dark storm clouds.
"You tell them, one of us will not be here tomorrow, when it is you. Why do you lie?" Veronica sighed and turned to face her sister.
"They will need a leader Bianca, I expect you to guide them with fidelity and compassion." Bianca stared at her long manicured nails, and then suddenly she lifted her own dark eyes to her sister's.
"We are opposites, Veronica," The sisters locked eyes, "We will never, ever become one in the same. If I am become anything like you it will be in power. I will naught rule the same as you have." Veronica touched her sister's face, her smooth hand running over the younger girl's cheek.
"Then so be it. You will regret what you do cruelly," Veronica turned back to the night sky. "When I'm gone, call the covens. Call all of them; you will need a new member. I will no longer be here tomorrow morning. The woman you choose must have my qualities, the Council cannot be in imbalance." A small silver, diamond tear slipped onto the cold ground, splashing like a tidal wave.
Bianca turned her head and gazed at the moon. "As you wish…Veronica." She tossed her untamed mane off of her shoulders, with a soft click of the door, she was gone.
When dawn broke like a comet across space, a man came into the council room. His name was Cain, Veronica's lover. He saw a wax doll with a beautiful face lain on the ground. Her beautiful auburn hair, once tossed around her shoulders proudly, was dull and lackluster. It fanned out around her like a rusty colored halo around her blank face. Her staring eyes were filmed over, and forever seeing beyond Cain's face. Veronica was gone, just as she had said. An anguished, anger-filled shout filled the quiet silence of the morning. Hell broke loose through the witch world, as they realized their queen had died.
Far away in the small town of New Salem, a girl with silvery blue eyes awoke. Her heart was racing wildly; she shook the sleeping girl next to her.
"Diana!" The beautiful girl raised her golden head and opened her eyes. She saw her best friend's ghastly expression. Her eyes filling with alarm,
"What is it Cassie?"
"I have a feeling something terrible has happened." Diana and Cassie looked at each other. Cassie felt a pulsing ache in her stomach. "Someone's been murdered, Diana."
