Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about being a Wiccan. I just got inspired to write this story because Im studying 'The Crucible' in school. All of the information I have in my story is from other sources. If you are a Wiccan, I hope you don't get offended if I write something that is actually inaccurate. Please correct me if you see a mistake. If you are Wiccan and reading this, contact me! I'd love to ask you a few questions that could help my story. To everyone else, ask me if there is something that you are unsure about and doesn't make sense to you. I'll try to describe everything as best I can, but feel free to message me if you have any questions.

Other then that, enjoy!

Gwen ran through the forest, clutching her thick jacket tightly around her body and black purse in hand. It was early January, so the thick blanket of white snow was expected. However, the bitter cold displeased Gwen as she trudged on through the woods. "Canadian winters," she thought to herself angrily as she stumbled over a small rock hidden in the snow. After a few minuets of walking aimlessly through the forest, Gwen opened her cell phone. The bright artificial light of the phone hurt Gwen's eyes. It was nearly midnight, and Gwen's eyes had already adjusted to the pitch-black sky (the full moon was her guide). "Meet us in the usual spot," read Gwen aloud. "Why can't I find the usually spot!" she yelled angrily at the trees.

"Chill out. We found you," Gwen snapped her head around. Lucky for her, she had found the very two people she was looking for. "Bout time you showed up," snapped Heather. "What too you so long?" she questioned.

Gwen's eyes fell to the ground with shame. "I got lost-"

"You've been here a hundred times, and you got lost?" challenged Heather.

Gwen frowned at her "I'm surprised you even showed up!" retaliated Gwen.

"Guys! Please!" said Bridgette, stepping between the two enemies. "Tonight is really important. Can't we just get along?" she begged. While the two girls didn't stop glaring at each other, they nodded their heads slowly. Bridgette smiled and singled for them to follow her.

Gwen, Heather, and Bridgette were far from friends. They each attended a different school, had completely different interests, and rarely talked to each other, let alone hangout together. However, there was one thing that bonded them together since birth – witchcraft.

No, they weren't broomstick flying, spell casting witches, they were simply Wiccans. A religion that their mothers before them had practiced together. Their mothers were best friends in high school and had formed their own coven when they were younger. When their daughters were born, they taught them the ways of Wiccan, yet never enforced their beliefs on their children (as it is not the Wiccan way). The daughters, however, took a liking to the study of Wiccan, and individually chose to choose the path of Wiccan for themselves.

Bridgette lead the two girls to a clearing in the middle of the forest. This is where their mothers before them came to meet and hold their sacred ceremonies. Each of the girls could vividly remember watching their mothers perform the rituals as they sat off to the side. Bridgette and Gwen were sweet to each as young children, Heather was just a little brat they learned to deal with.

As time passed however, the mothers became engulfed by their jobs, families, and society stresses. They decided it would be better (and more time efficient) to practice on their own. Thus, the coven was disassembled. But as their daughters only became more fascinated with the religion, they figured it was now time to inducted themselves into the religion. While each girl possessed a disliking for the other (both Gwen and Bridgette hated Heather and vice-versa). Each of them felt it would be helpful to start a coven together. After all, they were pretty new to this study, and felt it would be easier to learn in a group. And since there were no other wiccans in their town, and their mothers were busy with their own lives, they had to settle for each other.

"So, I think I have everything," said Bridgette "Blessing oil, salt, candles – did you guys bring your Book of Shadows?" she asked the two girls. Heather and Gwen nodded as the pulled out a small pocket book from their purses. "Prefect!" exclaimed Bridgette. "Now, all we need is a name for our coven,"

"I was thinking 'The Nightingale Clan'," suggested Gwen "I was reading up on them, and they seem very prudent to witches,"

"What are we, five?" mocked Heather "Every coven under the sun has the word 'Nightingale' in their name,"

"Well if you're so smart, why don't you come up with a name?" tested Gwen.

Heather furrowed her eyebrows as she thought hard about the questions. "How about 'The Triad Crone Clan'? You know, to commemorate the Goddess?" proposed Heather. Bridgette and Gwen exchanged shrugs.

"Actually, that's not that bad," mocked Gwen with a wicked smile.

"Of course it isn't," taunted Heather back. "And since I came up with that name, I should be named leader of our clan," stated Heather as she placed her hand firmly on her hips.

"Umm … I guess so-" stuttered Bridgette.

"I think Bridgette should be leader," chirped in Gwen.

Bridgette stared at her with wide, unbelieving eyes. "M-me?"

"Sure! You'd be prefect for it!" exclaimed Gwen. Bridgette beamed at her.

Heather, however, eyed Gwen angrily "Excuse me, but I think I put my name in first,"

"Oh, C'mon Heather. She's the only one who can keep peace between us. Plus, her mother was the leader of our mother's coven. It only fits!"

Heather let out a loud sigh. "Fine! Whatever!"

Gwen turned to Bridgette and gave her a soft simile. "What's your first decree?" winked Gwen to Bridgette.

Bridgette rubbed the back of her neck. She didn't really like controlling others, nor being the center of attention. "How about we all set some ground rules. Just to keep things organized," she said meekly. Gwen nodded in a agreement and Heather rolled her eyes. "Great! Well, I think all holiday ceremonies should be – " Bridgette paused. She didn't want to sound bossy, however, if they were going to be full witches, they had to practice every chance they got. " – mandatory?" she suggested meekly.

"Sounds reasonable," nodded Gwen.

"Reasonable? There's like a thousand different Wiccan holidays! We can't meet for everyone!" cried Heather, feeling her social life slipping from her fingers.

"There's only a few holidays," said Bridgette, looking down to her feet.

"Not to mention every Esbat and Drawing Down the Moon," added Gwen. "Don't forget, we might learn about different rituals and ceremonies along the way,"

"Argh! Seriously, you guys?" complained Heather as she firmly crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Look, do you want to be apart of this or not?" threatened Gwen. Heather frowned at her, but then looked away, admitting defeat. "Good. Then shut up!"

"We'll excuse family emergencies," noted Bridgette "But I think it's important that we practice as much as we can," Heather rolled her eyes again. She was already doubting her decision. "As for other rules, I think it just might be convenient to always meet here," continued Bridgette.

"At least no one will see me out here," muttered Heather.

Bridgette ignored her comment, and kept talking "And we probably shouldn't wear animal skin to these things either. So no leather, no fur,"

"That's not even a rule our mom's followed," whined Heather, not quite wanting to take off her new faux fur coat.

"Well, yeah, but we're respecting nature here," commented Bridgette. Heather sighed and angrily agreed.

"And finally, let's promise that we'll at least respect each other. We don't have to like each other, just respect at least," pleaded Bridgette. Heather and Gwen looked at each other and nodded slowly. They only had to see the other a few times a year anyway.

"Okay. Well then, let's get started," said Bridgette.

The girls got to work right as they began to set up for their induction ceremony. Secretly, they were all extremely excited. They had been looking forward to this ceremony ever since they were little. Now, it was finally happening.

They each started with a short meditation session. Each sat crossed legged on the cold snows for two minutes. A white candle was lit in front of them. The only sound was the sound of nature, totally peaceful. When the two minuets were up, Bridgette stood. Tossing some salt onto the ground, she stepped on it. Taking the Blessing oil, she gently rubbed it onto her face and spoke a simple prayer;

"I am a child of the gods, and I ask them to bless me. May my mind be blessed, so that I can accept the wisdom of the gods. May my eyes be blessed, so I can see my way clearly upon this path. May my nose be blessed, so I can breathe in the essence of all that is Divine. May my lips be blessed, so I may always speak with honor and respect. May my heart be blessed, so I may love and be loved. May my hands be blessed, so that I may use them to heal and help others. May my womb be blessed, so that I may honor the creation of life. May my feet be blessed, so that I may walk side by side with the Divine. Tonight, I pledge my dedication to the God and Goddess. I will walk with them beside me, and ask them to guide me on this journey. I pledge to honor them, and ask that they allow me to grow closer to them. As I will, so it shall be."

When Bridgette was done, Gwen stood up and repeated the action done by Bridgette. Heather did the same. When they were all annotated with the oil, Bridgette spoke again.

"God and Goddess; May you bless our journey and our sacred sisterhood. May good fortune seek out coven and guide us during our walk of life. Tonight we become one, under you,"

They stood in silence for a while. After a few moments, they looked up and smiled at the other.

They were now witches.

They exchange a few giggles, then decided it was time to head home. "Don't forget to write this in your Book of Shadows!" called Bridgette as she sculled off into the woods. "And remember to bless your Alter!"

Heather rolled her eyes, quickly returning to her old attitude. "Obviously I was going to bless my Alter. I'm not a kid, she doesn't have to remind me about everything!" she complained. Gwen didn't listen to her, she was to busy absorbing the moment.

It was indeed a big night for the girls. However, this night would change their lives forever, more then they could ever understand, and they didn't even know it.

For the next few chapters, I'm going to be looking at the girls individually in their owns lives. Kind of explain their take on the situation, their daily events, etc,. Past that, I'm not quite sure where this story is going, so hang in there! I'll try to work on my concept as much as I can.

*Criticism is welcomed