I've decided to make this an entire chapter series since new ideas have hit me this year.

This chapter takes off right at the very end of the film.

All Hallows Eve, 1993, early morning

-.-

"Row, row, row, your boat... Row, row, row, your boat, gently down the stream..."

The mundane melody sounding from the two lads still cramped up above, echoes within the walls of the Witch Cabin. From what it seems, they know only two facts—first, their cages still reek of what has to be dried blood and wildfowl, because they keep gagging on the lingering smell here and there—and secondly, that someone is bound to come out searching for them eventually, whether it be their parents or the authorities who have to notice they've gone missing.

But—what they clearly aren't aware of—is that I had opened my eye once more.

I can assume the reason for it, too.

The purpose of magick is encouraging change to occur on one's spiritual demand.

Contrary to the popular belief, true magick does not die out so quickly. If magick does not complete its cycle after it has been cast, an aftertaste will remain...a delicate layer of residue. Each spell however small or strong, leaves an imprint. It will always fasten itself to all those involved with so-said spell. And I know from experience that it takes a rather clever person to realize—like everything else—real magick has to run its own course before its duty is served and dissipates.

So if I, my mistress' Grimoire, did not fall back into a cold slumber like before, then there must be a little spark of mischief circling about this town yet!

Yes, I must accept that my mistress and her sisters must have been conquered after all, since they haven't returned home to seek my Pages of Old for assistance again, unfortunately.

Although...here I sit, unscathed myself. My eye which gives me some mental thought and physical sight, has not slept once, not even now that dawn is breaking over Salem! The magick recently willed by my mistress shall strive on another host—or hosts—if it can find them.

And perhaps it is so. There's the trio of young ones who challenged us, along with that ghost-lad trapped inside his feline suit.

It's one of them.

Thus I intend to keep waiting.

A sense of glee and darkness spreads up my spine. The skin on the outside of me even tingles a little; the black and red ink crawls around my bound pages inside.

For all of their sakes, the trio better be prepared to carry that weight on their shoulders until it's really the end.

It does not matter what era or time is or was, children are always so naïve.

"...Life's but a dream..."

So here's my theory as to why the book had opened its eye at the end even after the witches are conquered; and I will continue to play off that from here.

It will turn into a Dani-centric story to help support the Binx's Prologue, but all characters will still make an appearance or will be mentioned along the way. New original characters will have their own roles too.

Thanks again to my followers on this fic!