Nadine Mors

 "That day was unusually warm and Berline, was playing with another kid in the sandbox, But know that I recalled, I never took her to the beach. The Maine seashore was cold and I didn't want the little Berline to get sick.

       It was the las thing I need it. So this is how my story begins, I guess... A single mother watching her small pumpkin playing, being a kid, being... happy" And that was how Nadine found herself thinking about her, how a good mother she tried to be, but the reality is, that she was worried, worried about being a bad mother. 

      Berline was a pretty girl, she could win pageants and more, but Nora would never let her. They need it to pass under the radar. Unless till Berline come to an age that let her keep some secrets. Nadine felt some envy of the girl, with long golden locks, and clear bright eyes. 

     So much different than her, Nadine had black chocolate hair and an oval face, with a small nose and daring eyes. her teeth were not straight. And had an attitude problem. In her hands the smartphone kept buzzing. She looked at the screen. It was another notification of a new guy.

    "He is cute" she thought. As she unlocked her phone and pass the photos of his Facebook profile, the typical guy with amazing abs and pictures with his dog. She knew for what he is need it. She hadn't had fun the entire week, and she needed a break for been a mother. Or that was Nadine was thinking. 

     Then two middle age women passed by her side. Using sport brassieres in sweatshirts and wearing tight yoga pants. A smoothie in their hands chatting as always and spreading rumors, as all middle age woman tend to do, Nadine was terrified to age like them, to be one of them, a middle age woman with wrinkles and saggy body.

    They were talking about the disappearances of children of the Fisher's Creek; a small town near Heaven's Peak. Then she looked the time in her mobile. It was time to go, then she got up and walked towards her little girl.

     "Berline is time to go" said Nadine

     "But mom...just five more minutes please, pretty please" said the little girl, it was something in the eyes of Berline that she couldn't reject, and also what drive her mad at the same time, it was the same color of Berline's father eyes. So she grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out the sandbox. "Mom you are hurting me" cried the girl.

      "Oh, sorry" said the mom and then she stopped pulling her arm. Then she stopped a cab, because it was getting late and the reunion was starting. the cab drove for a couple minutes until they arrive at their House, the old Victorian house in 11 Providence Street. The house was painted in red and black. It had a big garden at front and backwards. More like a house it was a Manor. The Coven have used for a long time by now.

       Mother and Daughter came down the cab, and enter into the manor. The door was open, they never need to lock the Manor on, nobody will be so stupid to rob the coven's residence. Within the walls of that house at the centuries came by, all Maine Witches could find a safe sanctuary, since the fall of the Old Blood Coven in Salem on XVII century. 

      Witches were powerful more powerful than any woman or man, even some cryptids like vampires and werewolves. Even some demons and fairy beings, but then more witches started to being hunted down, first by The Inquisitor Order from the Vatican, then by Pilgrims and witch hunters in the New World.

     When Mother and daughter enter, both of them noticed the blood on the rug. And the smell of wet mud.

      "Cloe" said Nadine, as from the shadows a woman showed, as always using a gray bluse; by the dirt and sweat and a long brown wool skirt. 

      At her age of 35, she already looked like a woman in her late forties maybe it was because of the wrinkles and the hard life in the woods, or not using any moisturize cream or had any hygiene that it wasn't based since before the seventeenth century. Her eyes where light blue, like small chunks of dirty ice, her hair is long and full with dried leafs, barks and birds turds. She looked like a nutcase.

      And Nadine could never understand why Nora never punished before, they have to past under the radar, not to be easily spotted and worst, to avoid start a riot. 

    After all they are the great sisterhood of The Tower and they were already having a lot of troubles with other witches' orders, also were already engaging wars with the 99 Vatican Bule. The enemies where not so far from them, and they were a lot of them.

      In New York; the Anti Demon Manhattan Agency was fighting against the cult of Baphomet. In the old Continent; the Labriego's Knights.

     And the most ecclesiastical order of The Inquisitors were fighting with vampires and the Black Forest Coven witches. And the order of the Saint Sofia's Knights, the last of the protestant with hunter order were following the tracks of our coven.

     But even surrounded by so many enemies, Nadine never found a valid reason to keep with the old wars against mankind. Because nowadays, there were worst enemies, like the global warming, or the menace of nuclear annihilation

     "Well, well look who it is, the succubus witch" said Cloe. "Haven't had many cocks already?" Said the witch.

      "Cloe, the bump" said Nadine. "Getting stoned already with bloodfungus"

     "I had some before coming" said Cloe smiling at Nadine "And also big, big news" said the witch.

     "I hope it doesn't have to be about drinking kids blood" said Nadine

     "Or gallons of seed" smirked Cloe.

     But of course, Berline couldn't said any word, or even couldn't understand anything of the confrontation. How could she? she was only a five-year-old girl. To cute and naïve for this sinful world.

      The little girl climbed the velvet sofa and turned the T.V. on she started to watch a cartoon, meanwhile the two witches entered into the black door. 

      At the other side they started to strip their clothes off. Nadine looked her in the mirror. Her breast where small and her hips wide, that was that the men love the most, her hips. She saw a small shadow beneath her belly. A piece of fat or skin that couldn't get rid of it, since Berline's birth. That was, that she hated the most, and get self-conscious any time she bedded a man.

      Then they came to the great chamber. In the middle of the circular room was the book of shadows. The other witches where also there already.

      Fatima and her bloody ferrets and rats which made her body reeks. Slivy and Burma, Fat Jo and old Meredith, the teenagers Lynn and Brooke and many other sisters, then Nora came, tall slim with long black silky hair with big and beautiful breast uncovered, without wrinkles or sagginess, she looked like a model, a true goddess, she was the second oldest witch in the coven with 270 years old. She literally saw the creation of this modern world.

      And the witch reunion was going to start.