Hunched over the round table in a small, darkly shuttered stone hovel, her wrinkled face bathed in a soft glow, the aged woman sits momentarily dumbfounded.
"You found her? You actually found her after all these years?!"
The crystal ball is fogged by the multiple dimensions between them but the hawkish visage of Sir Briefadel is still clear enough to be certain.
"Yes but she is weak and we're being pursued. I need you to reconvene the coven. Mother will soon need its protection."
Madame Megarna chews her thin bottom lip for a moment.
"It's been over twenty years since we last convened... The traitor Witch was eventually found and killed, some of us died while fleeing these lands and a few would have certainly perished since then. I'll send word out to the few I’m still in contact with, but it'll take time and I'll need to recruit several new members if we're to make up the necessary thirteen."
Sir Briefadel seems to wait for Megarna’s words to travel back but finally acknowledges them.
"You'll have some time. First I have some vermin to squash and then we're off to recruit my army."
Watching the crystal ball fade to grey, the old witch's brow furrows further and she turns to her ever-attentive black cat companion.
"Well Moggy, it looks like our retirement is over. Time to put the Coven back together."
Hetzabah, on human skin drums. Madame Megama on tendon/ sinew bass and caterwauling on lead vocals Mystic Mog. With thanks to Sir B for setting up the stage.
ReplyDeletePS...wtf a Coven of witches
You relegated poor Sir Briefadel to a mere Roadie?!
DeleteOK he can be like the Corrs brother, he's there but everyone's looking at the pretty sisters.
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