The 13th Witch

What is witchcraft, really?

Pam Saraga
Rainbow Salad

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Photo by chutipon Pattanatitinon on Unsplash

“She shines by day and into the night. Daughter to a mother both chaste and bright. A moon and star upon her cheek. Make this scrying stone find its site.” The 12 women stood in a closed circle holding hands. A large obsidian stone floated in the air over a map of the Camel Back mountains. It moved in a wavering pattern buzzing as it neared the map. It floated above a spot and slowly landed on the town of Chandler.

“We will find our lost sister, here.” Grace, pointed, handing the scrying stone back to her sister, Ester.

It was very dark in the desert that night with only a crescent Moon shining back from the women’s eyes. Their night vision was excellent.

“We need to establish our full coven. The signs have been accumulating for far to long for us to tarry. Ester and I will find our sister and bring her back to the Phoenix stronghold. This time we cannot fail or it will be the death of the planet.” Each woman blinked out like a switch being flipped off.

Grace and Ester reappeared one block south of Indian School Road, near the beginning of the Navajo reservation. They were careful not to trespass on Indian land due to long standing treaties between the tribes and the witches. It’s never wise to antagonize their shamans when you might need help.

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Pam Saraga
Rainbow Salad

Old enough to see the issue & young enough to try and fix the problem.