“Neophyte of the Dire Darkness” Short story series by Ben Goode 2016 ©

It was midnight. Witches had indeed waited for this hour. It was a special coven.
The Pentacle of Dire Darkness Sentinels. 
 Five of them safeguarded a deadly paranormal darkness, but over time they would have to build a new Pentacle to continue guardianship over it. The last guardian had been found, but they would have to first be tested and taught the ways of the sacred Coven.
These Witches had watched and studied a very special little girl all her life.
It was time now to recognize her officially as a Neophyte. 
The Witches summoned the sanctified mystical crossover portal between worlds. 
A vortex of unworldly power formed before the Witches and the five walked into it, and out of a porthole from within the girl’s wardrobe.
The wardrobe doors opened silently and the witches filed out to surround the sleeping girl before them.

It was dark, silent and nobody had heard them. It was their way.
They gestured their hands as if supernaturally beckoning for the bed in which she slept to rise and whispered a spell in a haunting chorus. 
“The liquid dark in witches care. was demon blood, and now is rare.
It could eat the light away; eat the sun, and steal each day.
Guardians were pure and true, young at first, the Wicca new.
Witches sought their legacy, chosen one’s new destiny.
Rooster claws of a magic run, powered by the eclipsed sun.
A curse upon the darkness free. Must stay in forever be?
Churning now in witches brew, spellbound in a soul filled stew.
Stay away oh mortal fool, spilling makes a darkness pool.
Demons blood must never touch, for a mortal is too much.
Works within to take your soul make one’s heart as dark as coal.
Ever will the demon stay, Hell on Earth will be his way?
Witches five we grant her power, let it grow and at this hour.
Let her wisdom grow with days; let it bloom in sunny rays.
Darkness fear the chosen one, nor our spell become undone!”
The bed lowered gently to the ground, but as soon as it had, the girl’s eyes opened.
It was suddenly morning.

But it was no dream, and the newly recruited Neophyte knew it.
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