Here is the beginning of my covenant story...I've had this idea for about a year now and finally I'm writing it! Well I don't own the Covenant but I own the plot and oc characters, Avery and Riellie...oh and her name is pronounced Riley but spelled Riellie...why you ask? Because my cousin spells it like it and I thought it was pretty...anyway enjoy and review please!

Clanks and clunks echoed throughout the house, ringing in my ears and waking me from my slumber. Pushing the comforter and afghan from my body, I sat up, groggily looking around my room. Sunshine glimmered through the tower windows. Strange enough my sister and I's room dwelled in the attic of the house, but it's the most unique room in my opinion. Another loud sound vibrated throughout the house, startling Avery awake.

"What is that noise?" She questioned, sitting up as well. I shrugged my shoulders falling back and letting my body hit mattress. I yanked the blankets back over me and closed my eyes, until another clatter sounded throughout the house. I groaned sitting back up then asked,

"How is it we can hear what's going on in the kitchen when we're all the way up here?"

I ripped the blankets off of me, swinging my legs over the side and letting my bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. I stalked towards the door and made my way down to the kitchen. I heard footsteps behind me, letting me know that Avery was right behind me. As we descended the boxed shaped spiraling staircase, we came face to face with the kitchen. No one was there, so we continued on our way. Branched out from the kitchen sat the green house filled with herbs, some grown there, some from the garden. There was mom frustratingly grinding up herbs in an old fashioned herb grinder. It sat like a gondola and one would use a wheel that resembled a rolling pin with two handles on both sides to grind the herbs.

"Umm…Mom…?" I said hesitantly. She jumped at the sound of my voice, throwing the wheel slightly in the air before it crashed to the ground. She took a deep breath and leaned up against the table. When she turned to us, a smile was plastered across her face.

"Everything okay?" Avery asked leaning up against the doorframe.

"Of course…of course it is. Come on…out of the green house. I'll make you guys some breakfast."

She ushered us out the doorway and into the kitchen. Mother searched the cabinets until she came upon pancake mix. Avery and I plopped down in the white wooden chairs surrounded the white circular table with a vase filled with beautifully arranged flowers place in the center. I glanced at our mother who seemed to calm down quite considerably. She sat the pancakes in front of us before taking a seat in one of the empty chairs.

"So, you guys almost packed? You leave for Ipswich next week."

My sister and I had been homeschooled since we were children. It made it easier to practice the craft then to go to a public school and pretend not to be magical. Apparently Mother had decided that it would be best that we had a better education then what we were receiving now so we could get into a good college. So next week, we'll be attending Spencer Academy and staying in the dorms that were available to the students.

"We're close to being finished." Avery answered while popping a piece of pancake into her mouth. Neither of us completely understood why we were going considering that Mom had gone to prestigious college and was more than qualified to teach us, but that didn't mean we weren't intrigued or excited. We had done some research and the building was the very definition of a castle. In a way I guess we expected nothing less. Most of the high-status schools have this building structure. There was no telling what secrets this one could be hiding. It screamed adventure. Although excitement was a plus, that didn't stop nerves from bubbling within our stomachs.

"I'm sure you guys will love it there. I went there when I was your age. Well, I had gone there all four years of my high school, not just my senior year."

"You didn't tell us you went there." I stated obviously in shock, and yet it made sense. Not just anyone can get into that school, but if you were from an alumni family it was if your name was already on the list. She smiled sadly and I wondered if there was a reason she didn't tell us.

"It's a thing of the past, nothing more." She got up and placed her plate in the sink walking back into the green house.

"Why do you think Mom didn't want to talk about her high school life? I honestly expected her to go into all these tales." Avery whispered to me. What Avery said was true. Mom was normally very open about her life. She thought since we were her daughters we had a right to know and there should be no secrets between us. I shrugged my shoulders; maybe she wanted to save the tale for the drive there.

"Riellie…Avery can you guys come here for a sec." Mom voice rang out to us. Once we opened the wooden door with chipping white paint and glass windows, we found more looking through one of the cabinets in there.

"We're out of ginseng. Would you guys pick some for me?"

Ginseng was the one plant we did not grow for it was located in the forest was surrounding our house. Our mother preferred wild herbs instead of homegrown when it could be provided.

"Sure no problem." Avery said about it head out the door, until Mom pulled her into a hug. She motioned for me to come over as well. I wasn't sure why all of sudden she was hugging us, but then I could hear small sniffles.

"I am so proud of you guys." She whispered to us before continuing. "I'm going to miss you two so much." I hugged her back and let her just have her moment.

"Mom, it'll be okay. We can stay behind. I wouldn't mind not going." Avery comforted her the best she could while I kept quiet. She pulled away from us quickly.

"No you must go. But just know I love you both so much."

"We love you too." Avery and I said simultaneously. She glanced up quickly over our heads then back at us, "Alright enough of this, go get the ginseng."

We grabbed a small container from the kitchen and made our way into the woods. It wasn't a far walk and there was a path that led us straight to the ginseng patch. Once we arrived, we began picking away.

"So, what do you think Spencer Academy will be like?" Avery asked me, picking the red blobs and placing them in the container.

"Eh…I don't know. I just have a feeling that it'll be…an adventure." I said fiddling with the locket around my neck, before looking back at the ginseng. "Most of this isn't ready to pick yet."

I put my hand out in front of me and concentrated; soon the ginseng reddened quickly and I stopped.

"Oh I forgot. I need to tell you my dream. It was so weird. There was this horrible storm happening. Rain was pouring down so hard it was like fog. I could make out two figures though. Two guys, they were…I think fighting. One of them shot the other one with an invisible force, sending them flying and then there an explosion." Avery explained plucking more ginsengs from the bush. I began laughing at her dream.

"Wow…that dream was awesome." I said following suit and grabbing ginseng, placing it into the container.

"Yea…well it didn't feel like a dream. It was so strange, I feel like all of that has happened or did happen…or will happen."

"Mom gets premonitions all the time. Maybe you inherited that trait." I explained.

"Yea maybe."

I continued plucking when I felt something in my chest. At first it was just a tickle so I just rubbed it and the feeling went away. A moment later I saw Avery do the same thing I had just did. Then there was a burning sensation that felt like it was ripping my chest open, both Avery and I screamed out in pain but it went as quickly as it came.

"Did you feel that?" I asked her.

"Something's wrong. We need to get back to the house." We left the bowl of ginseng where it was and sprinted back towards the house. From the outside, it looked untouched, but when we entered it was anything but. We pushed open the kitchen door even though it was already almost blown off the hinges and the windows were shattered. The table was flipped over and flown across the room. Some of the cabinets were hanging by one hinge. We quickly got out of the kitchen and called out for mom.

"Mom!" I screamed out listening to the echoes bounce back to me. We heard coughing and we followed the sound. Running into the living room we saw a sight that would haunt us for the rest of our lives. Mom was lying in her own pool of blood, a rather thick piece of wood sticking out of her stomach. We rushed over to her, immediately by her side. Tears were flowing freely.

"Mom…oh my gosh. Mom we're going to get you help; just hold on." I went to go get a phone to call an ambulance but she held her grip on my hand as well as Avery's. She opened her mouth and a small amount of blood trickled out and down the side of her face.

"..See….Seek…"

"Mom don't speak. Save your energy." Avery demanded but mom kept speaking.

"Out…." She drew in a shaky breath. "The…Sons…of Ipswich….protect…the book."

Both Avery and my empty hand flew up to our similar lockets. We sat there watching the light leave our mother's eyes and her hand go limp in ours. Only our sobs could be heard and we sat there for hours and hours. The phone rang multiple times but we didn't answer it. It could've been days and we wouldn't have known it. Neither of us wanted to let go, even if our mother did. Eventually there was a knock at the door. The person entered despite us saying nothing. When we looked up, we saw our Aunt Eve.

"Oh god…my sister…." She fell down right next to us sharing the anxiety and sadness we were feeling as well. It didn't last long, for Aunt Eve pried us from her body and got us out of the house and to hers. She took care of everything. Call the police and told them she went to visit her sister and found her dead on the floor. The funeral took place on a rainy day, a result of high emotions from a coven of witches and powers lashing out. By the time everything was over, I just felt numb…simply going the motions, following my muscle memory. The days flew by in a blur; it felt as if everything around me was spinning and when it stopped I was in sitting in a chair in my Aunt's house, a cup of tea in front of me.

I glanced up, my sister sitting across from me. She looked as dead as I felt. She just stared at her cup of tea, tears still gathering in her eyes which she quickly wiped away. The sound of scraping wood snapped me out of my stupor. I drank from my tea, letting the warmth surround my insides while our Aunt sat down. After many moments of silence, the sound of shattering glass broke it. Evie had slammed her cup on the table.

"I should have been there. I knew something was wrong when she told me she had a premonition." Aunt Evie explained as she picked up the broken pieces of glass and placed them in the sink, the end of the sentence repeating in my mind.

"Wait, what premonition?" I questioned. Aunt Evie sighed.

"About a month ago, your mother had a premonition. She refused to tell me what it was, only told me she would need me at the exact time of 3:27 on that day." She paused before continuing. "You have to understand Angie never feared what ever she saw in her visions because she always had the advantage. But this one petrified her to the point she wouldn't even tell me what it was." She planned on continuing but I stopped her from doing so.

"So you knew…YOU KNEW!" I shouted at Aunt Evie standing abruptly; she turned sharply to me.

"Riellie…had I known any of this was…." She began explaining again before I interrupted her again.

"No from what I understand you knew that she had a premonition and that it frightened even her. You didn't think to show up earlier? That maybe she was in trouble? YOU had an idea of what was going on and you didn't do anything!" I screamed at my Aunt out of frustration and anger.

"Riellie….that's enough! It's not Aunt Evie's fault!" Avery yelled at me standing up from her chair, pulling me up the stairs to the spare bedrooms.

Once we were in one, Avery slammed the door and turned to me. I just sat on the bed and pulled my knees to my chin, more tears dropping from my eyes. I pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands to wipe them away. Avery had sat down next to me.

"That wasn't fair to Aunt Evie. We aren't the only ones who lost Mom." Avery elucidated even though I already knew what I said was stupid.

"I know. But it's this whole thing is unfair." I kicked one leg out like there was something there just to let out my frustration and pain.

"I'm gonna go apologize to Aunt Evie." I got up bed walking back downstairs. Aunt Evie was sitting at the kitchen table again. I stopped for a second just standing at the top of the stairs wondering where to begin. Aunt Evie was flipping through some sort of book. I caught the sight of a picture and realized it was a photo album. I bucked up the courage to continue on moving.

"…Aunt Evie….." She didn't turn to me solely submersed in what she was doing. I walked over to the table taking a seat.

"Aunt Evie I'm sorry for what I said earlier. It was unfair of me to accuse you of something that couldn't have been prevented."

She looked up from what she was doing. She brought a hand down to my head smoothing down my hair.

"It's okay sweetie. We all make mistakes. Mine was that I did listen to my sister instead of doing what my gut told me I should do. That's the first rule of being a witch. Always follow your instincts because they're always right." Aunt Evie's words were quivering and shaky by the end of her sentence. She wiped her eyes quickly and got up. She walked over to the stairs and yelled up them.

"Avery! Get down here! There's something I need to discuss with you and your sister!"

Not three seconds later, footsteps could be heard bounding down the stairs.

"I need to show you guys something." Aunt Evie said leaving the kitchen but quickly with a giant book in her hands. She placed the book on the table. "You guys are the new guardians; protect the book at all cost."

I looked at the leather bound book then back at Aunt Evie who bounded up the stairs, leaving us alone with the book. Avery took a seat next to me picking up the book, examining the outside of it.

"It's a lot smaller than I remember." I told her.

"I wonder whatever the reason could be. What were we like five last time we saw it?" Avery said sarcastically. Just hearing her sarcasm made me laugh and let me know things were going to get better. I jumped at the sound of her slamming the book back onto the table.

"So, what now?" Avery asked me to which I shrugged my shoulders.

"I can't believe Mom had this premonition a month ago. If she knew she was going to die, then she could've asked for help." Avery scoffed while my brain wrapped around the words she spoke.

"Unless the premonition she had wasn't of her dying." I concluded out loud.

"What do you mean? What else could it have been?" Avery questioned while trying to come up with a solution.

"I don't know…I'm just thinking of all the possibilities." I paused absorbed in my thoughts. I glanced over at the book and thought over Aunt Evie's words. 'Protect the book at all cost.' They were similar to what our mother's last words were.

"Seek out the Sons of Ipswich….protect the book." I whispered.

"What'd you say?"

"Seek out the Sons of Ipswich…protect the book." I answered in realization while Avery caught the hint.

"You don't think Mom had this all planned, do you?"

"Mom had the premonition beforehand. I highly doubt we were really going there because it was her Alma Mater. Someone must be after the spell and she wanted us to seek out some people who could help." I answered her. "Only problem is we don't have any clues as to who is after it or who these Sons are." I said in frustration.

"So we go and find them. We leave for Spencer Academy on Monday then we'll begin our search." She told me. A moment of silence followed her afterward before I decided to break it.

"Do you think we can do it?" I asked Avery wondering what she thought about all of this.

"We're the new guardians. We don't have a choice."

So what did you guys think? I hope you enjoyed it...please review!