Witches gathered around the cauldron, heavy robes and cowls hiding their faces as they formed their circle and chanted their familiar litany over the surface.

Lovely witches gather round, join your voice and magic bound. Refresh our power and our task, for our Island we do ask.

Return our strength from days of yore, peace and prosperity evermore.

Constance pushed back her hood, her smile fake and a fair stab at sweet, aimed at the others as she slowly met each of ...