Witches : Chapter One
A man dressed in black stood outside a shop. He seemed to be waiting for someone. The night was pitch black and the only light came from a flickering street lamp.
Suddenly, a woman appeared from the shadows. “Good evening Alistair. I have come, just as you wished. Now tell me what you want.”
“What I want…that is another matter entirely. No, I am here to get what she wants.”
Something crossed the woman’s face. Was it fear? She quickly composed herself and said, “Very well.”
“She would like to invite you to the amphitheater, for a very special…performance. A once in a lifetime experience. The dates and times have yet to be arranged.”
The woman looked wary of this but she said, “I shall consider it. Goodnight, Alistair.”
“Eliza,” The woman stopped, “watch your back.”
Twire woke in a cold sweat. She sat bolt upright in bed, still shaking.
It wasn’t that the dream wasn’t normal. She’d had it every night since they’d arrived in Twinbrook, but it was different this time.
Eliza. It had always been Twire in the dream, but this time it had been Eliza. Eliza, the woman she had never seen in her life, but had the strangest feeling she knew.
She hopped in the shower, letting the nightmares wash away.
Downstairs, Magna was cooking up some breakfast for the girls.
The warm smells drifted up through the house till they reached Celest, who was buried in her book.
“BREAKFAST!” Magna hollered from the kitchen.
Twire threw on a bathrobe, as did Celest, and they headed downstairs where they were greeted by steaming mugs of hot coffee and plates of waffles.
“This is delicious, Magna.” Celest said, in between bites. Twire was sullen as usual, lost in her own thoughts.
Celest spoke up again, “The kind old woman who lent us the house is coming round again today. It’ll be a great opportunity for you guys to meet her. In the meantime, I’m off to the hospital.”
“Have a nice day!” Magna called after her.
“Thanks, you too!” Celest replied as she slammed the front door behind her.
As soon as she was gone, Twire gave Magna a scowl and stalked off to work on the book she had started. It was the one of the only things she did now’ a day’s besides painting.
Magna, in a somewhat more chipper mood, cleaned up the table.
It was a brilliant day outside, so She decided to change into her bathing suit and have a swim before lunch.
“And then she came upon the poison, and, finding him dead, stabbed herself in the heart.” “Ahh, what a nice ending.” Twire muttered to herself.
She put the book down and started pacing the room. She glanced out the window just in time to see a car pull up. “That must be the land lady.”
Magna was in the middle of serving lunch when the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it.” She called, setting down the bowl of autumn salad.
When she opened the door, she found a woman with shiny silver hair.
“Hi, I’m Eliza, may I come in?”
-END OF CHAPTER ONE-
