She went to pick up the scroll but was surprised when she was magically zapped as soon as she touched it. She stood up perplexed until Beth stooped down to pick it up against her mother’s warnings. Beth ignored everyone, feeling as if the scroll was calling to her. As she picked it up there was a breeze blowing through the closed cottage causing Beth’s hair to flutter around her body. The wind soon died down and Beth felt like she was in some type of a trance as she opened the scroll. It was written in a language long forgotten by most, but able to be read by witches who have the skill to cast the correct translation spell. It read.
In the arms of the Goddess Hecate I have been summoned to do her work on earth no more. I leave my children to return to the mother. When the time is right th
