Seasons Gather



It all started when the Four Sisters met in the Enchanted Wood.

Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter all met in contempt and love, just as all sisters do. All stood in a circle of trees staring at eachother, trying to figure out who was plotting the other's death and who would tolerate the other for the duration of her Season. Spring and Summer, both etherically beautiful, tolerated one another's existence only for their seperate Seasons.When one wanted to come too early (as it was with all Seasons), however, a storm ensued small or large depending on the other's mood. All four were here on this day, to talk about holidays for themselves. All were vain and they felt they needed a holiday to celebrate.

"Well, why doesn't anyone speak?" Summer asked, her voice calling softly, as a bird does when it coos to it's mate.

"Because you did it for us." Fall answered as crisp as leaves being stepped on.

Summer glared at her sister, Fall glared right back into the other Season's deep blue eyes with her own amber ones. Spring tossed back her light pink hair and giggled.

"Well, what holidays are you two choosing?" She asked, playing with a tulip in her basket.

Winter rolled her white eyes at her younger siblings. Each had on an outfit representing their Seasons as was customary with all ethreal objects and people. She had a dress of pure white and silver, with white fur lining the collar, wrists, and bottom hem of her dress. A muffler was at her hands, encasing them in furry warmth, her platinum/silver hair, flowed well past her waist, ending at her lower thigh. A silver wolf looked at her, then at her sisters, keeping his opinion to himself in favor of lying down at his mistresses feet and panting, as all dogs do. Her counterpart, Summer, was blue-haired, tall, and gorgeous. She had on a revealing outfit, with a slit right down at the middle of her body, ending partway down her waist where two other slits from her hips met, the dress was long and very, very yellow. A scent of ocean breeze wafted through the forest, originating from her, she seemed not to notice or not to care. Flowers decorated her hair and outfit, giving her a delicate look. Winter knew better, Summer could be very violent when provoked.

Winter's white gaze fell on Fall, who stared back at her with deep amber eyes. She was red-haired and thin, leaves of every color decorated her entire body forming a kind of dress. Cardinals, blue jays, various other birds nestled onto her shoulder, pumpkins were at her feet, Fall smiled.

"See something you like sister?"

Winter rolled her eyes and smiled back, looking at Spring though, her smile faded. Unlike the rest of them, Spring would be forever young and happy, for that was what Spring was about. She was kneeling, her soft green dress pooling at her feet, and stroking a bunny gently. Her eyes were of the softest blue and her hair the softest pink of a spring tulip.

"So what holidays will we have?" Summer asked, flipping her hair back out of her eyes.

"We already have the Summer and Winter soltices, and the Fall and Spring equinoxes," Fall said, her harsh (yet soft) voice hushing them all to silence, "but we need something else."

"And what do you propose Fall?," Summer demanded, "something your 'witches' can celebrate? To finish your creepy rituals?"

Fall growled. "You should talk, Summer, those same 'witches' also perform rituals during your months, which are way too many in my opinion, but not as often, power is not as high in your months as it is in mine."

"Power, power, power," Summer said, waving her hand dismissing what her older sister said, "there's no such thing! At least not for humans!"

A blast of light hit her square in the face.

"AIIE!" She screamed, covering the burn with her left hand and blasting with her right. Spring clapped her hands like a little girl, pulled the little bunny onto her lap, smiling a little sadistically, she watched the show.

Winter watched her two sisters as different colour blasts (amber/orange for Fall, and blue/yellow for Summer) hit eachother, some bouncing off and others hitting their mark. Winter looked down at her canine companion.

"You know Wolf," she said, the animal looked up at her, curious, "we need a holiday of peace, a holiday for reconciliation, for warmth and sharing in the family."

Wolf looked at his mistress as if she was crazy, how would her sisters ever accept THAT?

"They'll just have to Wolf, they'll have to deal, my son will make sure of that." She said smiling, she had read the animal's mind and found him delightfully amusing, yet truthful. Painfully so.

Now Wolf was confused.

By now Fall and Summer were getting tireder and tireder by the minute. Their blasts were getting weaker and weaker.

Fall's eyes twinkled, she had overheard the conversation between her eldest sister and her mangy mutt, well, if her sister wanted peace then she would have chaos with a bit of magick inbetween. Winter didn't like her sister's eyes shining like that, what was she planning?

"All Hallowe's Eve is the one night of the year where Evil and the Dead wake up and the words 'trick or treat' are on everyone's lips! That night will be mine! People will be scared out of their wits on that night, the human race needs a good scare, they always are seeking it. Well one night of the year I shall give it to them.

You will give them heaven sister, and I will give them hell!"

She said this with such fervour that the other three looked at her in shocked silence,when she disappeared each one jumped. Spring continued her petting of the white bunny on her lap and looked up through her hair.

"I think I'll wait for a little bit," she said with a pointed look at Winter, "and you'll know my holiday when it comes."

With that she dissappeared.

Winter smiled to herself and dissappeared as well, Summer flipped her hair back and with a huff, saying to the trees;

"My three months will be a holiday, I think, the children need a break." She dissappeared with that idea.

And the trees, watching the setting sun, and as all trees do, stayed silent, for trees do not talk. But that doesn't mean they aren't listening.



Years after their little argument, the sisters finally had all sorts of holidays in their months. Winter, however, only had two, with the birth of her child one was called Christmas, and with the ending of her reign it was called New Years Eve. Spring, to keep on the good side of her sister, had one day celebrating the death and reincarnation of her sister's child, that day was called Easter. And another, to celebrate the lovers in the world, was called Valentines Day. Summer, however, had all her vanity fed, by having the most holidays out of the Four. Labour day, Memorial day, and July 4th were all under her wing. Fall, like her other two sisters, had only two; one was a custom between humans to give thanks, thus it was dubbed Thanksgiving, but the other, the other was her pride and joy; October 31st

All Hallowes Eve.

Halloween.

Samhain.

Hallowe'en.

Now, each of the sisters had to have somewhere where their own kind could celebrate. Winter, had the North Pole where Santa and his little helpers worked constantly for 365 days of the year, but only appearing on December 24th to make ready for Santa's trip around the world. Spring, to keep on her older sister's good side, made Easter her biggest holiday,she created a huge Easter workshop where a big pink bunny would set to work making chocolate and eggs with faeries and elven children as his little helpers. And, like Christmas, would only appear one day out of the year to deliver the eggs around the world. Summer, however, didn't do anything by way of celebrations. She just laid back and watched the humans enjoy the hot weather and rain. Fall ,smiling to herself, created a house, just a house situated precariously in a tree. It seemed like that house would never hold up, but it did. It was situated in the middle of a suburbian neighborhood outside of Miami where everyone could look at it and form their own opinions about it. May thought it was creepy, others stayed away, but most looked on it with curiosity. But those who wore the pentacle and practiced what it stands for are the ones who went inside for one night of the year.

For you see, with the moon growing larger and larger, their necklaces, bracelets, and rings would glow, giving them an insaitiable urge to see what was on the other side of the tree.

Welcome to Miami

A benido a Miami........................