Misty, Georgia and Coin stood outside of Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. The duo of witches rapidly knocked their fists against the wood in panic.

After a few seconds or so of doing so the door was opened to reveal Zoe.

"You have to save us." The two said.

Georgia shifted Coin in her arms, yet kept him very close to her. The cat didn't seem bothered, having grown use to Georgia's ways — after all it had been two years since she first got the cat.

Zoe stepped aside letting them in. Misty quirky slammed the door shut.

"I knew the world could be a dark and evil place. It drove me to my haven in the swamp, and not long after Georgia and soon enough Coim too. I had my Stevie, my garden, my best friend. I tried to disappear into nature, but we have been found." Misty let out with paranoia, her hands gripping Zoe's arms.

Georgia's heart ached. Best friend. Best fucking Friend. Whilst she knew she had no shot with Misty, the word still shot bullets into her skin.

Georgia loved Misty. That was something that only time could change — and new love interest, but time couldn't help her at the moment. She knew people believed their friendship was strange, and she couldn't even imagine the legal problems Misty could face if anything shifted.

Zoe searched Misty's eyes, finding only fear and paranoia, she looked over at Georgia. The brunette nodded.

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Georgia and Misty had fallen asleep on the bottom bunk. Georgia was wrapped up in Misty's arm, the brunette having her head on the blondes chest. The two had fallen asleep talking, and during their slumber had manoeuvred to be cuddled amongst one another.

That had been one of the best sleeps she had — well, until they were disturbed.

The change of lighting, the strange darkness that replaced the moonlight disturbed them, leading to the two waking.

The sat up to a person staring at them.

"Aw, you probably have no idea where you are." Misty said, pushing herself up whilst Georgia stayed laying down blinking at the once dead woman. "You've been through a terrifying ordeal, but you came back—"

"You're welcome." Georgia let out groggily, turning around and burying her head into Misty's pillow.

"Peaches." Misty scowled.

"Sorry." Was the muffled reply.

"You're safe now."

"Not likely, my dear. There's a man in the woods with a gun circling the shack. I saw the assassin when he nearly stepped in my face."

Suddenly, Georgia was wide awake. She pushed her self up — before falling off the bed. "Ow."

Misty chuckled at her misfortune, before letting the fear and knowledge of the intruder settle in her mind. "Do you hear that?" She questioned lightly.

Georgia came to a stand, grabbing Coin of the top bunk.

"No."

"The cicadas have stopped singing." The best friends said, before looking at each other.

Heat flooded Georgia's face as she looked down to the floor a tiny smile decorating her lips.

A floor board creaked and Misty practically jumped out of the bed.

Shots were fired at the bed.

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Georgia kept her grip on Coin tight, placing a kiss between his ears before snuggling her head against him, listening to the purrs that often followed any type of physical attention that was given to the black cat.

"We hid in the swamp through the night, made our way here when I was sure he was gone."

"Who is there?" A blind woman questioned, using her cane to guide her to Zoe and co.

Georgia could feel the burning sensation run through her blood stream — she felt pain surge over her, pressing her wrists (the source of her pain) further into her cat.

She was confused at the pain, when she had first met Misty (and Zoe) she only felt her wrist tingle for two hours, but now she felt surges of pain in her wrist, a burning sensation.

Coin meowed, and guilt flooded her — she hadn't hurt him, she could feel that she hadn't but she still caused discomfort.

"Witches." Zoe answered, turning to look at the blonde woman. "Seeking safety."

"Somebody's looking to kill us." Misty said, stepping closer to the woman.

The blonde witch held her hand out and Misty took it, leading to her gasping loudly. "You're Misty Day, you were set on fire and left for dead. Whatever troubles you had, they are ours now. You're under protection of this coven. This is your house."

Georgia and Zoe shared a look, feeling as though they were third wheeling this ordeal.

A thin line of pain hit her heart, jealousy that wasn't needed. It wasn't like her and Misty were destined to be together or this woman was stealing her, so maybe it was an overreaction.

"Can my friend stay, also? I left her out back in the greenhouse."

"Uh, can I also stay?"

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The tingling sensation had calmed down and practically gone away as her mind adjusted to the idea of temporarily or permanently moving in with the coven.

Misty and Georgia stood with a lively looking Myrtle, watching as four witches (Zoe, Maddison and Cordelia as she soon found out, and one she believed was called Nan) entered the green house.

"Don't worry. You're amongst friends."

"Of course I am, Cordelia. So long as Fiona isn't with you."

"Myrtle? Oh, my god. I thought I'd never see you again." Cordelia said as the two placed their hands upon each other's arms.

Georgia stayed back, crossing her arms as she watched the other witches interact.

"Poor choice of words, girl." Myrtle said, pulling the blind witch in for a hug. "Given my wretched appearance, maybe it's a good thing you're blind as a butter knife."

"Just ask Maddison for her skincare routine, she was a state when we resurrected her." Georgia commented, making eye contact with the far back witch.

Maddison winked at the girl.

"How did your hair grow back so quick?" Nan asked, leaning around to speak clearly.

"Oh, little bird, I've been buying in bulk from North Korea for years." She told Nan, before turning her attention to the woman in her arms. "What have they done to you."

"I've lost my eyes." Cordelia said, her voice low. "You were burned at the stake, and our own Supreme murderer one of her witches. I'm afraid this coven has fallen in hard times." She said, shamefully.

Georgia took Coin into her arms as the cat prodded her legs, his claws leaving scratches in the skin.

"Or maybe it's the best of times." Myrtle stated, watching the blind woman. "Resurrection is a fear more difficult than all the tests of the Seven Wonders. Those of us who have recently died have been brought back to life by the hands of two people here."

Georgia watched Misty water the plants behind them, and take care of them as she would her own.

"Misty Day and Georgia Thompson. Behold, one is to be our next supreme."

The witches turned to look at Misty and Georgia, as the former slowly turned around.

Georgia was fifteen and no where near ready to be a supreme or have even the smallest touch of power over a group of people.

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Red capes had been draped over the witches shoulders.

"I feel like a queen." Misty smiled, meeting eyes with Georgia as Myrtle sorted out the blondes cape.

Georgia couldn't help but smile back. Misty's smile was contagious — at least if you were a fifteen year old girl with a crush on someone you can't have.

"How does putting in this smelly old stuff help us get rid of Fiona." Maddison questioned quickly, having a great dislike to the vintage red capes.

"It's part of a ceremony called the 'Sacred Taking' which allows for the ascension of the new Supreme."

"And we're sure either Misty or Georgia are the next Supreme."

"Again, I donate the title to anyone else." Georgia let out.

"I'm certain of their credentials." Myrtle said as they all stood in a circle, watching Georgia's uncertainty.

Georgia was very much sure she wasn't a Salem witch, her witchy blood came from her mother, an Indian woman, her only connections to the Salem witches were very distant in her fathers blood — so distant she was sure it counted for nothing.

"They've brought back more people from the dead then Jesus Christ."

"Disappointed?" Maddison asked, her eyes landing on Zoe. "You thought it was you, didn't you?"

"Well I knew it wasn't you, because when Fiona cut your throat, you died."

"It could be any one of us." Nan spoke up, stopping any argument from over coming the two.

"Not really, it's pretty obvious." Maddison quipped back.

"Ad what does that mean?"

Georgia watched the witches, annoyed that they had to shut Coin out of the room. The teenager would sooner die (and stay dead) for her cat than have some power at an age where she's unable decided simple decisions.

"Being the Supreme isn't something to wish for. It's not a gift, it's a burden." Cordelia informed her fellow witches, her voice strong upon her taking leadership.

Georgia lifted her hand to play with the lace vail that they each wore.

"How many of these woman had happy lives? They had power, but with it came the crushing responsibility of the coven. They all bowed under the weight, except my mother, who ran from it."

As silence fell, Misty let her eyes drift slightly. "Can I say something? I don't want to be the Supreme."

"Nobody gets to choose."

"Brilliant." Georgia said to herself, her arms wrapping around her waist. "This sounds very cultish."

"When Fiona dies, whoever it is . . . will be."

They pulled the vails over their heads, hiding their features before locking hands.

"We're ready to begin."

A simple touch of two witches, increased the stress in Georgia's heart. Her mind raced with thoughts with each beat of her heart.

"The sacred Taking is a ritual used in times of crisis to ensure the survival of the coven. It have been invoked three times in our history. The first, during the Salem Witch Trials in sixteen ninety two. The coven had decided to flee south, away from Sake. And the persecution of the Court of Oyer and Terminer. The reigning Supreme at that time, Prudence Mather, suffered from consumption, and knew she would be too weak to make the journey. She gathered her witches and invoked the Sacred Taking. It's the most hallowed sacrifice a Supreme can make. Prudence took her own life, which allowed a new Supreme to rise and lead them to safety."

"Can you imagine those poor Salem witches, travelling all the way down here in covered wagons without a proper charcuterie platter or a bidet? Absolutely savage!"

Georgia didn't know what half the things Myrtle said meant, so she continued to stand, her hands intwined with others and a tight lip smile on her face.

"Does nobody see the flaw in this plan?" Maddison questioned. "You really expect that narcissistic bitch to kill herself for this coven?"

Georgia turned to the once dead girl next to her. "She has a point, you've been saying she's god-awful and yet expect her to die so easily for someone else to rise with power."

"She will, with a push." Cordelia answered the witches to her left.

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The witches sat on the stairs as they waited for Maddison to get on with the push, in order for a new Supreme to raise. The blonde walked down the stairs in her long red dress.

"How'd it go?" Zoe asked, making Nan, Misty and Georgia look over to the new arrival.

"Boffo, she thinks I'm the next Supreme."

"Why can't it be me?" Nan questioned, from where she sat right at the bottom of the steps.

"Because you have no style and your pits smell like fish sticks."

Georgia didn't lift her head from Misty's lap, her hand playing with the soft fur of coin.

"Do you think I could be the next Supreme?" Nan asked, looking at Zoe. Zoe stayed silent, upsetting the witch. "You guys suck balls." She stated, before turning and leaving.

"Nan . . ." Zoe called as the door shut.

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After the meeting on the stairs, the witches had gathered in the room they stood in the red capes and black veils. Myrtle was sat playing piano, filling the silence with a gentle melody.

"How about something less doleful, Myrtle?"

"It's Schubert's last sonata. It's all about acceptance of death."

"This is so incredibly stressful and weird."

Georgia was sat on the floor, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her dress as she tried to cope with the excessive amount of emotions that seemed to flood her system. It wasn't all that much for another person, but it was more stress then she was use to.

"You don't feel anything?"

"My stomach feels like a storms about to hit, but it's probably just my nerves. I'm not exactly what you call a natural born leader."

Georgia didn't think it was Misty or herself that was the next Supreme — she remembered the burning sensation she felt in her wrists upon meeting Cordelia, she believed she held the power to be the next Supreme. She believed the pain she felt had to meet something.

"Neither was King George, but one rises to the occasion."

"Your feet should be getting warmer."

Misty placed her feet on the table, her hands wrapping around to feel that they had not changed temperature.

"I'm told it starts as a tingle in the cooch."

"Why don't you ask Fiona?" Georgia let out. "She's not dead." Her eyes shut as she leaned her head against the sofa.

"For me, it started as a classic migraine." Fiona said, walking in.

And there it was, the burning sensation running through her wrists. The overwhelming amount of stress was replaced with pain. Georgia took in a deep breath to steady her breathing. She hoped the next two hours went quickly. It was the first time she had encounter a Supreme — and she hated it.

Everyone seemed to freeze.

"Auras, nausea, pain behind the eyes. You knew Myrtle, Schubert was emotional, not mawkish." Fiona lit herself a cigarette before bringing it to her lips. "So where are these gifted little swamp witches that everyone's been talking about?"

Everyone turned to see Misty and Georgia not there, the two having disappeared — along with Coin.

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Fiona had no struggle finding the swamp witches. She stood in the doorframe watching the two interact, with the cat in the one that she assumed was Georgia's arms.

From what she had heard, Georgia may be her biggest competition out of the two. The girl seemed to have abilities that none of the other witches in the coven did — that made her dangerous.

"So, you're the swamp witches I've heard so much about. It's not everyday we see a witch, or two, with the power of resurgence. According to my daughter, a power fit for a Supreme."

"Hey ladies." A police officer said, stepping into the crime scene. "You can't be in here."

"Yes, we can." Georgia said, her eyes meeting the officers with a gentle smile. "And we will, run along now."

The officer left the room and Georgia shrugged, not expecting it to have worked — it was an impulse, something dark whispering in her ear telling her she can.

"Are you going to tell us what happened?" Fiona questioned the teenager, disliking her power and that she had sent away their informer.

"I don't want to, talk to the dead, see what they say." She pointed out. "You're Supreme, or are you too weak?"

Fiona stepped to the dead body in the corner. "Here's one for you two to use your talents on."

Georgia wasn't interested in proving herself to someone as she left the room, providing herself safety from the grasps of an angry Supreme.

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The teenager made her way to Kyle — in Zoe's room. The blond boy wore headphones as he watched the screen in some mild distress.

Georgia placed Coin down, laughing lightly as the cat darted over to the boy and up into his lap.

Kyle looked up to see Georgia at the door.

"Hi, sweetie." She said, making her was further into the room and taking a seat next to him. She carefully pulled the headphones off his ears, resting them on his shoulders.

She placed her hand into her dress pocket, pulling out some tattoo covering foundation. "I got you this, it's meant to be full coverage and will hopefully help you hide those tattoos you hate." Georgia said as he took it from her hands. "Would you like me to leave?"

"No!" He practically shouted, startling her. "Stay." He said a little lighter.

So she stayed with him, placing the headphones back over his ears until Zoe came back.