Xander knew something wasn't right. He didn't know if it was the way the air was harsher and more bitter than it usually was or the way he could sense just a bit more magic in the air than he was accustomed to, but something was off. He entered his shop and started to tidy up before opening before his phone pinged. A text message from a fellow Warlock, Shaun.
Shaun: We have a problem. We need you NOW. Someone's here and they've killed half the coven already!
Xander responds quickly.
Me: I'm on my way!
Xander had no idea what was going on, and he kept the sign in his shop closed, an unusual sight to see. He passed the Wiccan store in a hurry, thinking of how he was supposed to stop whatever it was that was killing his coven, his only friends in this human-infested world that he called home.
Amara was restocking the herbs on her shop wall. There were only a couple customers meandering around the store and they hadn't asked her for any help so she was restoking to keep herself busy. There was something different about the air. She could sense the evil in it. If she had a chance, she would go in the back and preform a reading. Her phone began to buzz excessively. The only reason her phone would be going off so much if it was her mother or her coven. She pulled it out of her back pocket. Gabriella, one of her coven sisters, was calling her. With eyebrows furrowed, she stepped into the back to answer.
"Gabriella?"
"Oh, Amara, thank god. Whatever you do, don't go home, don't go to the coven. Something is here. Something dark and powerful. It's hunting, killing. Get out of the city, go far away." There were sounds of crashing and screams in the background.
"What are you talking about? I'm on my way."
"No, if there is any chance at beating this thing, you cannot come, or it will destroy you too." There was a pause. "Stop the young warlock or he will be gone too. Work together, maybe you'll free us. He'll be running past your store."
The phone went dead and she looked down in shock. What was going on? She stepped out back into her shop and looked around. Nothing appeared to be off with her customers. She walked closer to the glass doors, waiting. Gabriella mentioned a warlock, those nasty, untrustful men. She would do anything to stay far away from them. Except, her coven was in danger, and she was told that he could help her. She stepped out as a male figure went running by. She could sense the magic surrounding him. Definitely the warlock. "Running in there mindlessly is only going to get them killed!" She yelled after him, hoping he would stop.
