The Sisterhood

Sarah wakes up in her bed, blonde hair cascading over her pillows. Lifting her head she peers through the curtain of blonde towards the window. A huge smile spreading across her face as she realises its morning. Jumping out of bed, Sarah hurriedly runs over to her cupboard and flings open the doors. Rifling through her various dresses she finally gets to what she is looking for. Pulling out the long red silk gown with its silver and gold embroidery, she carefully picks off the sheet of paper pinned to it. “For your Birthday,” it reads. “This is what you will be wearing for your first ritual.” “Finally,” she breathes excitedly. She pulls the dress over her head loving the way the material hangs off her petite body. Twirling herself around, she watches herself in the full length mirror and swoons at the neckline that gives her an amazingly sexy cleavage. “Tonight, I become a witch.” Sarah tells her reflection seriously before grinning widely and letting out a squeal of delight. There is a knock at the door and Sarah races to open it. “Ah, you’ve already got it on then?” her mum says as she strides into Sarah’s room and sits elegantly on the bed. “It’s so beautiful mother!” Sarah sighs dreamily. “Yes, I knew you would like it. But remember, becoming a witch brings many responsibilities, are you sure you are ready for this?” “Of course! You know I’ve wanted to be a witch since I was five!” Her mother Göztepe escort bayan chuckles. “Yes, you were always quite eager weren’t you?” “I want to be just like you mother. I want my own coven one day, a powerful one that helps the earth and elements just like you do.” “All in good time my sweetheart,” her mother smiles fondly at her and stands. “The feast is at midday, once it hits 6pm we will be waiting for you at the moonstone rock. You know what to bring, be prepared. And don’t be late.” “I won’t!” sings Sarah as she gazes into the mirror at her reflection again. “Oh, and Happy Birthday.” Sarah watches her mother leave the room and squeals excitedly again. She could not wait for tonight.*** The feast is in full swing with music and dancing and long tables piled high with food. Sarah wanders the tables looking at all the delicacies, feeling her tummy rumble. Part of the ritual of becoming a witch requires the new member to go without food for the whole day. They can eat as soon as the ceremony is complete but most don’t as the ceremony itself fills one with all the elements of the world making you feel more alive than ever and above all meger human needs until the Mabon moon sets. She finally drags herself away from the table so as not to torture herself further and joins the line of girls waiting to dance. Before long, a tall but handsome guy about Escort Caddebostan Sarah’s age comes up to her and holds out a hand with a smile. Sarah grins at her new dance partner then sends the other girls a sympathetic smile as they all glare at her in jealousy. “What made you pick me?” she asks Dave curiously. Why not one of the others, they’ve all been waiting a lot longer than I have. “I was waiting for you to be waiting,” he says cryptically. “Oh, is that so?” she asks. “And why would you do that?” “So I could say Happy Birthday of course!” Dave looks down at Sarah with a raised eyebrow. “Why would I want to dance with anyone other than the birthday girl?” Sarah giggles as they glide around the floor. “So you’re 16 now. Does that mean you are going to look for a suitor now?” Dave asks casually. “Ugh… Don’t mention guys right now. You are the only one around here that I can stand. You know that, the rest of them are pompous pigs.” Dave laughs merrily and clutches Sarah’s tiny frame closer as they swirl in a circle. “So no competition for me then?” he says seriously as they stop spinning. Sarah blushes and looks up at Dave. “I didn’t think you thought of me that way…” she says softly. “Just because we’ve been friends since we were young doesn’t mean I am impervious to your charms,” Dave says with a sly smile. “My charms?” Sarah asks confused. “Sarah…” Bağdat Caddesi escort Dave sighs. “You are the most gorgeous creature to walk this planet.” Sarah blushes furiously. “Don’t say that, that’s not true!” “It is to me,” he responds immediately. Sarah says nothing for a while. “Does that mean you won’t give me a chance?” “I…” Sarah stammers. “I didn’t mean that… I just… I’m shocked you would want to…” The song ends and Dave leads her off the dance floor. Looking at the time, Sarah realises she has to go to start getting ready for the ceremony. “I have to go…” she says with an apologetic look. “What? You’re just going to run away and not give me an answer?” Dave looks at her crestfallen. “I’m sorry… I’ll find you later. I promise!” Sarah hurries away feeling confused.*** Sarah walks through the forest out behind the buildings carrying a small basket containing a candle, a red rose, some mint leaves and a box of matches. She is still wearing her red dress with a small black shawl covering her shoulders. As she breaks through the thick trees into a small meadow, she can see five figures standing around a large white stone that is glowing in the moonlight. As she approaches, the others notice her and welcome her with wide arms and calls of greeting. Sarah feels her heart begin to grow with anticipation and excitement for what is about to occur and talks happily with the others in the circle. They are all about her mother’s age, making her the youngest there, but she doesn’t mind, she’s always felt a connection to these women. As the moon reaches the correct placement in the sky, it’s light falls directly on the smooth surface of the white stone, making everything nearby glow in a brilliant blue white light.