Guadalupe entered the cave, glancing at the faces around her. Most were shrouded with hoods and were unrecognizable. As she looked around, she knew Elder Witch Juana by the scar on her left cheek, left by the dreaded Chupacabra years ago. 

Shadows danced between the flames of the fire in the center of the circle, creating an eerie environment.

Had this been Guadalupe’s first witches’ council meeting, she might have been afraid. 

“Sisters, a great darkness lurks about threatening our families and our way of life,” said the Elder Witch. “For years we have protected our own, but an old enemy, after a great hibernation, has awakened.” 

Murmuring broke out among the circle. Many witches paled at the mention of the enemy’s name—Diin and his demons, the Dark Obscura.

Guadalupe saw the face of Sister Jimenez under her hood. A smirk painted her face, and her eyes—were they yellow? 

“The last time Dark Obscura roamed this Earth, our people turned against us and our magic,” bleated a witch almost the same age as the Elder Witch. “That cannot happen again.”

Passionate opinions on what to do erupted among the witches of the council.

The Elder Witch beat the ground with her large walking stick to regain control of the group.  

“Senoras and senoritas, we must first deal with the hosts of the Dark Obscura. One of whom sits among us,” declared the Elder Witch.

Noise erupted as women began accusing others as being the demon’s host. 

Guadalupe began grinding her teeth, a nasty nervous habit she had.

The Elder Witch looked directly at Guadalupe, then turned to her left. “Sister Jimenez,” she began. “Stand up.”

The witch stood hesitantly. The Elder Witch directed two other witches to restrain and tie her up.

Sister Jimenez hissed at the women and fought, but the other council members joined forces, overtaking the Dark Obscura’s host. She was quickly tied to the altar where the women made their sacrifices to the One Truth. 

Sister Jimenez snarled at the Elder Witch. “How did you know?” she demanded. “How did you know that I have been marked by Diin?”

“The yellow tint in your eyes gave you away, sister. Pray tell, why abandon our beliefs? Our traditions? Everything we stand for?”

The demon spit on the Elder Witch and struggled to loosen the bonds that held her down. She snapped, “Tell me, where is the One Truth now? The drought and pestilence that plagues our village has been of no concern to him. But Diin and the Dark Obscura can heal our land and our people!”

Guadalupe stood up, knowing the council needed to act fast. “We must cleanse Sister Jimenez of the Dark Obscura inside her.”

She quickly recalled her studies since joining the coven. “To reclaim her soul for the One Truth, we must first brew a Saving Grace spell, and we must do it before she evokes the name of Diin and calls his dark servants upon us.”

Guadalupe took charge, with no objection from the Elder Witch. She began demanding supplies from the other witches who heeded her beck and call:  Dust of a falling star, sage, a dove’s feather, dill, color from a rainbow, rosemary, crystals of the moon river, and thyme—all that was left was the blood of a believer of the One Truth.

Guadalupe took a knife and opened her palm, allowing the crimson river to flow into the small cauldron. “She must drink the brew,” she instructed.

Despite the witch’s objections, the council forced her to drink the concoction by means of a wooden ladle.

The woman’s eyes bulged and turned bright yellow. She screamed in a tongue foreign to Guadalupe’s ears. She began convulsing.

After a few moments, her body stilled. 

The Elder Witch checked her eyes and nodded her head in satisfaction. The jaundice left Sister Jimenez’s eyes.

Half the battle to reclaim the witch for the One Truth was done.

Guadalupe grabbed a pitcher of water, blessed it, and sprinkled it upon Sister Jimenez while praying aloud, reclaiming her fully for the One Truth.

The woman opened her eyes sheepishly, remembering all that had happened—one cannot be possessed by a Dark Obscura unless they are willing participants. 

At the close of the meeting, the Elder Witch called Guadalupe to stay.

“That was good work, Sister Lopez,” said the Elder Witch, with a glint of yellow in her own eyes. Guadalupe thought for sure it was merely trickery from the flames. 

About The Author

Kayla E. Green is an English teacher, published poet, and writer. Her favorite color is pink, and her favorite holiday is Halloween. She enjoys reading a variety of genres, and enjoys writing fantasy, thrillers, and occasionally horror. When she isn’t reading or writing, she is working on her blog or taking photos for her bookstagram account. Kayla also enjoys spending time with her husband and their four furbabies. 

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