***AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a chapter that takes place in vision of the past with The Crone, Sorry about the delay, I was spending time with my family***
The Crone could feel the tethers of life pulling away from her.
Her time was nearing.
She knew tonight was her last night. She had told her sisters, and they had started planning the Rite, a preparation for the death of sister. A Rite for the coven leaders would be different because they would select a new Crone.
She dressed in a loose-fitting gown and walked into the forest that surrounded the coven and in a cavern that led underground was a spring, one they called the Pool of Mercy, where you go to die peacefully and feel the embrace of the gods.
Gliding into the pool she laid back and floated, soaking in the moonlight.
Her eyes felt heavy and the pull to other side felt stronger, but just as she was about to let go.
She was dragged into a vision of the past.
