A Witch’s Call


The candles flicker in the dark room. Hallow’s face showing power and determination as she grabs a pinch of rosemary. Sprinkling it into the silver mortar, she then adds a sprig of cypress and a yarrow root. Picking up the pestle, grinds the ingredients methodically as she begins to chant over and over again:

Power of the witches rise,
Course unseen across the skies.
Come to us who call you near,
Come to us and settle here.
Power of the witches rise,
Course unseen across the skies.
Come to us who call you near,
Come to us and settle here.
Setting down the pestle, her fingers trace along the gleaming blade of the dagger. Holding one hand open, she grabs the dagger and drives it through her palm. The blood spilling into and over the sides of the mortar. Her chanting growing more insistent.

Blood to blood, I summon thee.
Blood to blood, return to me.

 

Blood to blood, I summon thee.
Blood to blood, return to me.

Editor’s Note: @HallowSC is looking for several witches, including her brother Mark Stonebrook. OCs welcome!
If interested or if you have questions, please contact: @OnceBittenSC or @SookieSC