Post by Jesse on Oct 23, 2016 22:46:16 GMT
The candles hadn’t yet been lit but the moon was leaking through the windows, dripping down onto the granite floor and splashing onto the photo-covered walls. Elmo stepped carefully out of his room, his hood covering his head and obscuring his eyes from view. He felt his heartbeat, like a rabbit it hopped on as he shut his door gingerly. Tonight was the night. The clock had struck, signaling him to come, as was custom. With every step down the hall, his footsteps echoed and rang in his ears. Nervous? You bet he was. Not since his great-great grandfather, the one whom he was named after, has anyone in his family been blessed like he had.
There was a bit of pressure there.
The eyes of the coven members past watched him closely, taking stock of everything he was, permeating his thoughts and picking his brain. He could feel the spirits vibrating in his bones. Or maybe he was shaking a little. He reached the spiral staircase and he put a hand on the railing, guiding himself safely down to the bottom at a steady march. He shouldn’t be so stoic; he was destined for greatness, supposedly. He should be a bit more peppy, like he normally was, right? But now was not the time for goofiness. He saw the doorway, beyond which everyone was waiting for him. Elmo gulped and passed through the threshold, seeing the figures standing in the darkness, the moon giving their hiding places away. Snap! The candles were lit and everyone stood straight.
“Elmo,” he heard a voice said. “Come.”
Wordlessly, he followed instructions and stood in the middle of the circle of people and kept his hands to his side.
“Our prophets and seers have told of your coming,” another voice said. “You will soon be one of us.”
One of you, he thought. Part of something special.
He heard a bell begin to chime softly and he took the hood off, looking straight ahead for a moment blankly before looking at Sybella. His eyes glittered as he searched her face, looking for anything. After all, they’d be working together, leading this coven together. They’d have to be friends. Right?
Friendship wasn’t the point of this right now, though. A cloaked figure, aged and slow, brought him a goblet. Holding it with both hands, they lifted it up to him. “With this vow and this drink, you bind yourself to us and this clan. Will you, Elmo Blackwater the fifth, vow to protect this coven and those within with everything inside of you?”
“I do,” he rasped out, feeling parched.
“And do you vow to use your gifts for the benefit of this coven, not just your own?”
“I do.”
“With the drinking of this wine, you are bound to us until your death.”
He felt himself shake as he took the goblet with his own two hands and sipped the liquid it held. Once he was finished, he handed the goblet back and held down a burp.
“Welcome,” the hooded figure said before moving back to their place in the circle.
“Welcome,” he heard the rest chorus and he couldn’t help but smile. His eyes drifted over to Sybella again as the circle came in to great him as a brother. After hugging and shaking hands, he went over to Sybella and put his arms out for a hug. “So, how did I do?”
There was a bit of pressure there.
The eyes of the coven members past watched him closely, taking stock of everything he was, permeating his thoughts and picking his brain. He could feel the spirits vibrating in his bones. Or maybe he was shaking a little. He reached the spiral staircase and he put a hand on the railing, guiding himself safely down to the bottom at a steady march. He shouldn’t be so stoic; he was destined for greatness, supposedly. He should be a bit more peppy, like he normally was, right? But now was not the time for goofiness. He saw the doorway, beyond which everyone was waiting for him. Elmo gulped and passed through the threshold, seeing the figures standing in the darkness, the moon giving their hiding places away. Snap! The candles were lit and everyone stood straight.
“Elmo,” he heard a voice said. “Come.”
Wordlessly, he followed instructions and stood in the middle of the circle of people and kept his hands to his side.
“Our prophets and seers have told of your coming,” another voice said. “You will soon be one of us.”
One of you, he thought. Part of something special.
He heard a bell begin to chime softly and he took the hood off, looking straight ahead for a moment blankly before looking at Sybella. His eyes glittered as he searched her face, looking for anything. After all, they’d be working together, leading this coven together. They’d have to be friends. Right?
Friendship wasn’t the point of this right now, though. A cloaked figure, aged and slow, brought him a goblet. Holding it with both hands, they lifted it up to him. “With this vow and this drink, you bind yourself to us and this clan. Will you, Elmo Blackwater the fifth, vow to protect this coven and those within with everything inside of you?”
“I do,” he rasped out, feeling parched.
“And do you vow to use your gifts for the benefit of this coven, not just your own?”
“I do.”
“With the drinking of this wine, you are bound to us until your death.”
He felt himself shake as he took the goblet with his own two hands and sipped the liquid it held. Once he was finished, he handed the goblet back and held down a burp.
“Welcome,” the hooded figure said before moving back to their place in the circle.
“Welcome,” he heard the rest chorus and he couldn’t help but smile. His eyes drifted over to Sybella again as the circle came in to great him as a brother. After hugging and shaking hands, he went over to Sybella and put his arms out for a hug. “So, how did I do?”