by Nikou

Created on: September 03, 2010

Mara stood in the center of the pentagram, dark hair billowing around her naked body. The coven wove its magic dance amongst the torches spaced outside the circle. The chanting grew louder, as the sky overhead grew darker. The clouds billowed angrily, with thunder sounding and lightning flashing. Sea churning beneath, there was a feeling of power about to break upon the group.

The high-priestess stood on the edge of the cliff over the sea, looking for the powerful spark that was to come. With confidence she stepped into the air, as a wave rose up to meet her. Caught in the whirlpool, she looked dangerously beautiful, as she absorbed the power from the ocean.

Lightning flashed, and the thunder knocked Mara to the ground. When she looked, the high-priestess was standing over her, knife in hand.

"The final moment has come, are you ready to join us?" The voice was deep and sultry, evident of the supreme power she wielded.

Mara arose, and stood before her. "I am ready."

The high-priestess raised the knife in the air, and Mara held her hands out. With an unintelligible utterance, the words of Magick long forgot, the high-priestess placed the knife upon Mara's palm. She slowly drew the blade across, whilst a coven member held a bowl beneath. Blood collected, Mara knelt, and the high-priestess placed a robe upon her shoulders.

"You are now a member of this coven, you belong to us, and we to you. If you break you solemn vows, this blood will know. The remainder of your blood will join this token in the sea." So saying, the high-priestess cast the bowl off the cliff.

Mara felt jolt within her system, as though the sea raged in her veins, and knew the spell was complete. She walked to the overlook, and looked upon the churning waters, the waters that she now had power over, and held out her hands. The waters calmed, and she turned, triumphant to the coven.

She felt a peace, knowing that the power she had sought, power to obtain revenge, was hers. As she left the magic spot, she knew the first person who would feel her wrath. No one would suspect little Mara, the shy one, to be so powerful now. The ones who abused her would be sorry, as she brought the wrath of the sea upon them.

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