The Coven's Sacred Oath

“Clara honey you have to focus, it will not work unless you focus.” My mother’s voice protrudes through my thoughts. How can I focus when I just have this feeling that something big is going to happen today. Ever since I opened my eyes this morning, I felt it. My mother says I’m just gitty for receiving my power today, I say she is wrong. I turned 18 yesterday and received my orb of power. I am one of few that has an active power in my coven, which makes me “special”, well I do not want to be special; I just want to be me. I was fine learning the herbs and our book of spells, but to have a power and not know what it is yet is like a brewing storm inside waiting to be let out. I only know that my power is an active one because my orb is blue, like my mother’s. Mostly everyone else’s orbs are green for herbal magic and spell bindings. That still doesn’t help the fact I have no idea what it is, and she wants me to channel it. How can I do that when I have no idea what I am actually doing! “Mom! This is useless! I don’t know what I am doing. You don’t even know what my power is! What if it’s a fire power and your telling me to channel it and I do then I can’t control it and it burns down our coven! What am I going to do then?” “Oh honey, you are so melodramatic. You need to concentrate and bring your power forward. Only then will you know what to do.” She always speaks to me in crypt like why can’t you just say, ‘I too have no idea what to do so sit there until you figure it out.’ That would be much better! Ugh! I sit back in front of the green fire and try to find my rhythm. I know it’s there; I can feel it. “That’s it, find your rhythm, find your center.” She walks around the room humming a chanting spell. It’s supposed to help call out my power but honestly, it’s just annoying me. “Mom! Please. Can I just have some quiet? How is you walking around burning sage and humming the spell supposed to help me? It’s distracting.” She looks at me with an O shaped in her mouth. “Well, it helped 100’s of witches in our coven call forth their own power, I thought maybe it would help you too.” She gives me a small smile and now I feel guilty. “Oh, mom. It’s thoughtful really, but can we please just skip all the mumbo jumbo and let me try it my own way? She puts out the sage in the metal bowl and puts her hands up in surrender. “Okay, we will do it your way. But I have to stay close incase anything happens.” I nod and turn back towards the fire. I can do this I just need to focus. I sit there for a long while, seeing my orb floating about, my power just out of reach. What can it be? I can feel it calling for me, wanting me to connect. Every time I get close it’s like a rubber band that is stretched too far and snaps back into place. UGH! I let out a deep huff. I feel my eyes glow with power but not the power I am searching for. I turn to my mother who is knitting in the far corner. She looks up to me and winks at me. “You can do this Clara. Try again.” She says and then she continues her knitting. I take another deep breath and start humming the chanting spell. I repeat the words taught to me by my ancestors, “Come here, come all. To the power I shall not stall. Once combined, it shall be intertwined. Forever one and never apart, we will see right from the start.” I chant this over and over again until I see the orb again. Shining so bright, I pass it in my mind. I feel my power, it calls to me like a long-lost love. Waiting to be reconnected with its owner. I hum louder I feel myself shift into the blague peak of reality. The area between limbo and home, a dimension made for witches when we are seeking our power. I see it! My power is waiting for me, I feel the wind pick up. My hair blowing in every which way, my eyes are warm from glowing and channeling a power within. I move closer, the white shroud of my power near it burns my eyes. I do not dare take my eyes away though. I chant the words again and reach out to touch my power. I feel the warmth, relaxing, needing sensation irradiating from the aura the surrounds it. I grasp it in my hands and feel the power surge through my whole body. Lifting me from the purgatory of this dimension and moving me into my own again. Floating from the ground I feel myself becoming one with it. My blue orb glows brightly within me, wanting to explode from the surge we are feeling. I feel my mothers’ hands on me chanting something of her own. My body shakes as it takes on a new aura. I feel the binding then, my power and me becoming one. I let out a gasp as I fall to the floor. My mom catches my head as I collapse to the ground. “Healing, I have the power of healing.” Is all I say before the lights go out and I am succumbed to darkness.