Author's pov.

The moonlight shone brightly through the leaves of the trees in the forest, the light causing eerie shadows, the sounds of a hooting owl filled the air as bats flew around freely.

Agatha walked quietly through the woods, her foot stepping on dry leaves, her steps so soft that there were no sounds from the crushed leaves. A sweet hum filled the air as the sound of a nearby waterfall was heard.

She wore a black cloak, embroidered boldly at the back of the cloak was the witch coven crest.

Agatha halted at a huge rock as she watched the sisters humming softly at the entrance of the...