~Odette~
We had spent almost a week developing the spell.
Finally the witches did it.
When the witches had finally developed the spell and we would cast it tonight under the crescent moon.
The meeting place was the infamous stormy mountain. Phera thought her mountains gate entrance would be the perfect place to cast.
When the time came, I made my way to the top of the mountain. It was cold, the angry cold late winter winds whipped around us, the mountain was usually cover in snow, but the witches had cleaned and prepped the area for the spell.
I stood barefoot, my silver hair cascading down back like spilled ink. I wore a long thick velvet gown. The air itself seemed to bend around her.
Twelve women from the Circe Coven waited in silence for my arrival and for the spell to begin.
The Mother, Maiden, and Crone stepped forward. They were some pretty intimidating women.
"We begin now," she said softly.
I exhaled nervously. This had to work.
We had one goal tonight
