Chapter 50: The Ritual

I drape the robe on my body. It feels heavy and oppressive. The witching hour fast approaches, and I guess I am a witch, or at least half of one. I don’t know where Theia has gone, but she is not speaking to me.

The latch turns and the women enter the room. My mother’s line. I wonder how each of them is related to me. I only know the Great Mother and my mother. Neither of them feel like mothers to me though.

The Great Mother studies me. A slight smile graces her face.

“You have the beauty of your line, my dear.” She says softly. “We will perform the ritual. Hecate will determine if you are granted power. If powers should come, you are welcome to come live amongst us. You do not have to go searching for a mate.”

“And my brother?” I ask.

The smile disappears. “A witch usually only births one daughter in her lifetime that has great powers. Sometimes she can birth several with moderate powers. Male children do not come into great powers. They may be bestowed with gifts, but n