Chapter 4: Morgan
Ariah and I arrived at Hunter's just in time. My new friend still had no idea that she was about to attend her first Wicca circle.
I led her into the living room where everyone else was stood chatting and drinking cider. Hunter, looking incredible gorgeous in a pair of blue jeans and over-sized sweater, got Ariah and me a glass.
"Okay, guys!" He shouted over the noise. "Let's begin." Ariah looked confused as Hunter and I took hold of her hands and Kithic formed a perfect circle.
"What's going on?" Ariah asked, frowning with confusion.
"Well, Ariah," Hunter began. "I don't know how to put this, but you are about to experience your first Wicca circle." Ariah's green eyes widened as my love spoke. "You see, we're Wiccans and every week we get together and have a circle. Our coven is called Kithic. Among us there are only four blood witches. Morgan, Alisa, my cousin Sky and myself. How would you feel in participating in this circle?"
Ariah was clearly struggling to find the right words. Finally, she blurted out, "Okay. I'll do it." Hunter smiled.
"Okay. Let's start moving widdershins," He said. As we moved, Hunter began to chant. It was a simple one in English: A chant to welcome the Goddess and the God, to watch over us during this rite, to banish our fears and lend us strength.
Sky joined in, and over a moment, Alisa and I did too. But there was another voice amongst our own. This voice strengthened our words, brought in more power. It was I surprise to discover that it was Ariah's voice. Power was coming off her in waves of heat. Her eyes literally glowed and sparkled as we chanting. She seemed more...alive.
She was a blood witch. And she didn't know it. Just like I hadn't known. Oh, Goddess, what would happen to her?
Note from author: Sorry this is such a short chapter! The next one WILL be longer. I promise!