A Coven's Spell

“In the Name of the Divine Goddess,

who has breathed life into us all,

we dedicate and charge this candle

a mystical instrument for healing.”

Three girls wearing cloaks standing around an altar, chanting a healing spell for their injured coven member.

A blue-cloaked figure placed a woman-shaped etched candle sprinkled with myrrh onto a photograph of a beautiful woman. Then, the figure lit the candle’s wick.

“Magick mend and candle burn,

Sickness end, Good health return.”

The girls continued to repeat the last lines until the candle burned out.

Then, the grey-cloaked figure picked up the candle remains and wrapped them in a clean white cotton cloth. All three girls went outside, and the one figure, cloaked in yellow, dug a hole to bury the remains.

“For the greater good of all and with harm to none.

By the power of three times three, as We will, so mote it be.” The three girls raised their voices and said a final spell, binding the spell to protect their injured Sister.

“The night’s yet undone, Sisters; we still have one other spell to place,” the blue-cloaked figure reminded the Coven. “The night is young still, and our work is yet due.”

The Sisters prepared the altar for the next spell they would cast, diligently cleaning the altar before laying the following items on the table.

This would be the second time they had prepared for this spell, but they were stopped the last time. Sister Ellen, the injured woman they were casting a healing spell for, had prevented them then. She wasn’t here to stop them from casting any spells toward or on him now.

“Are we ready to begin, Sister Cilia?” the blue-cloaked witch asked.

“Aye, we are, Sister Margot,” the grey-cloaked figure, Sister Cilia, responded.

“Sister Hester, did you prepare the spell?” Sister Margot asked of the yellow-cloaked figure.

“Yes, I managed to obtain some of his hair when he came in for a trim this week at the salon, too,” Sister Hester replied as she pulled out an envelope.

“Very good. You may perform the spell and begin the chant,” Sister Margot stated.

Sister Hester picked up Logan's picture, placed a lock of his hair on top of the photograph, then set the end of a ribbon on the back and prepared to wrap the image with the blue satin. As she twisted, she started chanting, and the other two women joined.

“ With the thread of the evils of your own doing

I bind your evil

Three times, seven times.

I bind you from Behind.

I bind you from Before

That you’ll hurt no one evermore

I bind you from the Left

I bind you from the Right

I bind you by Day

And I bind you by Night

I bind you from Below

I bind you from Above

That you may ever know

The Laws of Life and Love

I bind you with your own

Good conscience Within

And so let this magic

Unfold

And Spin”

The three made sure to secure their spell when they were done.

Cleaning up their mess, they put everything and their cloaks in a closet. Then, they decided to head out for a late-night bite at the truck stop restaurant by the freeway.

On the way, Margot asked Cilia to call and check on Ellen, who was still in the County General Hospital. When Cilia hung up the phone, she gave the other two witches an update on their friend's status, who was stable but still in critical condition.

When they arrived at the truck stop, they ordered the chocolate cake with a glass of white milk for each of them. Several people smiled and nodded at the women, some even saying howdy, for they were well-known and liked in the town.

As they waited for their cake to be brought out by the waitress, they heard a commotion at the entrance. Turning, they saw Logan, who had beaten Ellen, coming in the doors. When he saw the witches, he hurried angrily towards them, only to trip over his two feet and fall on his face. Getting up, he stomped over to them.

“I know you bitches did something to me. I don’t know what, but I know you did,” Logan said, and he stomped off to the counter, banging both his shins on the bar stool as he climbed up on it.

Smiling, the women looked knowingly at each other, pleased to see that he could not harm but even more pleased that it reversed itself on him when he tried.

First thing in the morning, they would see Ellen and how she was doing. Maybe she’d be released tomorrow.

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**Author’s note: The spells written here are actual Wiccan Spells.