Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy this. I wrote it in French class. Tell me if it's good enough to continue. I would adore your support. Enjoy.]Prologue~~
It's time. The choice I make now will determine everything. My life, my friends, all things that are important to me. This choice could make it great or break it all. Can't turn around now and walk out of the doors, the ones that lead me to this place. Couldn't say 'I change my mind,' or some other idiotic comment like that. No. Even though there were flocks of ravenous butterflies invading my stomach, I wouldn't back down.
The small, slightly claustrophobic, room was dark, with the exception of five dim candles. Each one of the candles a different color and a different house. Each holding a different fate.
"State your sin, pledge," the conjoined force of the five voices rang through my ears, which resulted in a small humming silence after wards. It was my turn to speak, my cue to follow orders and "state my sin".
I practiced my answer over and over in my mirror. Practiced so much, in fact, I had the words embedded into my eternal memory, or so I thought. I must have been mistaken, because, now, I couldn't utter that simple phrase. The four words I'd studied wouldn't come to me now. No matter how hard I mentally yelled at my mouth to open and say something, anything, no sound would come from my thin lips. Someone cleared their throat impatiently and I quickly rose prom my previous kneeling state.
"I kill for fun." Everything was frighteningly silent, I could hear my heart pounding against my rib cage in a dull thudding sound. It pulsed through the enclosed room like something straight out of an Edgar Allen Poe poem. I just hoped they couldn't hear it too.
The white candle fizzled out along with a purple one. Argintas and Matrika were effaced. Only the black, red, and orange candle remain. Desmondes, Valemont, and Wavera, one of these was to become of me. The wait felt as if it lasted hours, though I'm sure it only lasted about six minutes. Eventually, the orange candle blew out, and then, after some more time, so did the red.
"Welcome to Desmondes," a single females voice sang," We accept you into our coven." That was the start of it all.
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This is short, sorry. I am currently in the process of writing more. I hope you liked, it would mean a lot to me if you commented.

