Witchery In Color

Melia is forced to use a blue candle to light the coven. 300 words

Witchery In Color

Melia searched through her drawer of witch lights. Most of them were stubs, but she needed an unburnt candle for the next coven gathering. The most intact one she had was blue.

“Not sure whether it will work, but it will have to. I don’t have time even to send for a mail-order supply,” she told herself.

By the light of the full moon, her coven gathered. They were about to start their usual first conjure, so Melia lit the blue candle. To her astonishment, it began to spark and shoot blue gouts of flame toward each witch in the circle.

As each witch was hit, a chain appeared linking them to the ones beside them. Soon they were all one. There was a cacophony of noise, that ebbed and flowed as each witch tried to free herself from the others.

“These links are blue steel. They cannot by sundered even by the strongest spell!”

“They are bewitched and not meant to be broken, what do we do now!”

“Calm down sisters, there must be a solution....”

Melia took the direct route and snuffed the candle with two dampened fingers. With much rattling and clanging, the chains fell away.

“Whatever possessed you to use a blue candle?”

“We could have been attached together for weeks.

“We might have been connected forever!”

“We are a coven. It must have been intended as a warning for us to remember we are one,” Melia told the rest of them loudly.

Silence fell at the infighting, jealousy and spite that had been spreading among them lately.

“Let us vow now. Never shall we let our individual tempers divide us again.”

The vow rose to the ceiling of coven house. The blue candle melted under the strength of it.

“So be it."