A Coven of Witches
Theresa Maxon’s lips trembled with anger as she looked at the man tied before her. Her slightly greying hair barely moved in the wind. Drawing herself up to her full five foot eight inches she nodded to the rest of the coven. Pointing to another female she motioned to start. Bowing the younger woman, Shandra Belle, began to read. “Merry Meet. Sisters of the coven, we are here to decide what is to be done with…” Here Shandra wrinkled her nose brushing her red hair from her face. “This interloper into our communion with Gaia. The list of atrocities follow: attempting to draw all the power of the coven members; attempting to take sacred personal items from coven members. Lastly trying to mislead several young members to break their oath with the coven and …