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nera p. martell
Rain drummed against the roof of the car, music humming softly from the radio. Water sprayed up from the tires as it glided on the wet roads. Big brown eyes watched the passing scenery, a letter clutched in her hands. The paper felt rough under her thumbs, but it intended to feel like ancient parchment. The envelope was addressed to a Ms. Nera P. Martell, an address listed under the name.
The letter was from her aunt, requesting she come at once. Her aunt was an older woman, looking much like Nera's father; they were siblings after all. Her aunt owned a shop full of many curiosities. It catered to every witches' needs in the small town of Florence, Oregon. Her aunt helped a variety of witches, whether the variation occurred in age, experience, or what coven they belonged to. Her aunt was a kitchen witch, as that was her calling. Her father was a cosmic witch like herself, pursuing a career as an astronomy professor. Her mother didn't belong to a coven, following the religious footsteps of her side of the family: Catholicism.
Underneath the envelope, the letter read a simple phrase: "Come at once. You're needed here." Nera immediately contacted her aunt upon receiving the letter, pressing for more details. Her aunt didn't give away anything, only informing her of a situation the other covens were contacted about. Nera questioned why her aunt couldn't control said situation herself, but the older witches were called to gather or whatever at the sanctuary. Plus, it was her job as a head of her coven to handle the situation.
Nera pulled her eyes away from the glass, pulling her hands away from her letter. The letter lay in her lap, her right wrist lifted to her eyes. The index finger of her left hand tapped the watch and pulled up the time, 14:51. A soft sigh left her lips. She grew antsy and impatient with the drive and the silence. She wanted to know what she needed to come all the way to Florence for. She wanted to know what was so dire to pull her away from her important business at home, aka laying in bed all day depressed about the relationship her hot fling just got into.
Nera rest her head against the window of the vehicle, closing her eyes for a few moments. When she opened them again, a city came into view. The journey was soon to be over, and she couldn't wait to stretch her legs. Being boxed into a car for forever sucked. She tapped her fingers against cheek, staring at the scenery again.
The drive soon ceased, the car slowly pulling up to the shop. It was a cute, little shop, but little wasn't correct. It was a large shop, the upstairs serving as a four bedroom, two bathroom home. Nera only saw pictures of it, but it was forever ago. She couldn't remember what looked like, but knew it was more than enough room for her to stay at. She paid the driver and got out of the car, holding the letter in her right hand and her satchel slung on her shoulder. She went to the back of the car, retrieving her large suitcase, carry on bag, and telescope case from the trunk. She closed it with a soft slam and made her way to the front door, bending down to lift up a small potted plant. She retrieved the key from under it, standing back up and unlocking the door. The key went back under the plant and Nera ventured into the shop.
Nera looked around her, amazed at the supply her aunt had. The shop was stocked and kept organized, which she appreciated. She ascended the stairs, taking her belongings with her. She went to a bedroom, stuffing them there, before going back downstairs. She knew there were others coming, but the question was when. She figured waiting in the shop would be better than waiting upstairs. She needed to greet the other covens when they came. When she got behind the counter, she saw a letter addressed "To all the covens" in her aunt's script. The temptation to open it was large, but it grew distracted at the sound of the small bell over the door rang, and a figure emerged from the door.
[c] themysteriousashe.