Coven Town

37-year old Agatha White peered out her window and through the trees at a group of teenage girls giggling and gossiping to each other, before jogging off down the path through the forest, occasionally texting on their phones.

Gah! Such worthless beings. Wasting their lives away with pure mediocrity. With the right kind of power, she could easily control them, make them her servants. She could have the entire world if she wanted it. In fact, those were her plans exactly. But the ritual she needed to perform to make it happen required more magical strength than she had at her disposal. If only there were more witches like her around, but alas, she was the only one in this small town of Nelson's Ridge. With more witches, she could form a coven, which would, in turn, add to and reinforce her magical strength, making her dreams of world domination possible! But it was hopeless. There was no way that she could find anyone anywhere near here with that kind of ... hold on. Suddenly, an idea came to mind. A brilliant idea!

Turning away from the window, Agatha quickly walked to another room, in her small cabin in the woods, her black gothic dress swooshing around her feet as she went, then grabbed a dusty book off of one of her many bookshelves. She then opened the book and found what she was looking for. A spell. A simple, yet useful one that she never thought she'd need or even want, until now. It would allow her alter other people, to turn them into witches, fill them with dark personalities with a lust for power and control themselves. Before now, she had no intention of bringing about competition for her desires, but if she wanted her plans to succeed, she'd have to risk it. Maybe they'd even thank her for raising them above their mundane lives to something greater, something more powerful. She chuckled, imagining the pure-hearted and seemingly innocent residents of Nelson's Ridge turning into dark power-hungry witches. Truth be told, she was kind of getting turned on by what she was about to do.

So with that, she made her preparations for the spell, then spoke the incantation. After feeling a swift wind that blew out all the candles in the room, she knew that her spell was successful. Now it was only a matter of time before the seeds of witchcraft started awakening within the residents of the town.

Agatha smiled darkly. She couldn't wait.