Vera stood in the most awe as she saw the Morven house. She knew she was in the right place. They walked past the two gargoyles guarding the home. The gargoyles seemed to be watching them carefully as they walked to the door. Vera knocked on the door. Tallulah came and opened it up.

"Oh, my god." Tallulah said looking at them. Vera seemed to share the same look too.

"Gram Tallulah?" Vera asked.

"Vera!" Tallulah put out her skinny aged arms out to her and Vera threw herself gently into her embrace.

Jordan looked at her mom confused. She didn't know how that her mom could have known this woman. She remembered her mom telling her stories about a woman she called Gram Tallulah that took care of her when she was a little girl, but could this possibly be the same Gram Tallulah? Of course it was, and Jordan couldn't believe this. It was fate that her and the girls met. Fate, destiny, written in stone, Jordan always knew it was, but she didn't have any proof to it. Now she did, and now she didn't think she was going crazy anymore. The pieces to her puzzle were starting to come together.

Tallulah quickly invited them in. She called the girls from their rooms. It seemed urgent so they all came running quickly. Only Demeter knew what it was all about. The girls stopped as soon as they say Jordan and her mom in their house. They looked over to Demeter to see her expression about this. She was smiling. That shocked the living hell out of them. What was going on here? They were utterly confused.

Tallulah looked to the gawking girls and told them that Demeter had invited them over for dinner. She grabbed Vera gently by the shoulders and looked at the girls, smiling like she had found the secret to life.

"This here is the girl I told you so much about. Vera. The one I had taken care of so many years ago." Tallulah smiled, then hugged Vera tight. Vera returned the tightness equally.

The girls all looked at each other. They all remembered the stories they were told about the special little girl, with the collision of the greatness of her mother, and the wickedness of her father. Then it hit them and they stared at each other. The Great Good and the Equal Evil, but something was just not right about their theory and they all felt it. It would be perfectly logical that that was what Tallulah's foresights were telling them about. They just smiled and guided them all to the dinning room.

They had a lovely dinner, and lovely laughs. The food was marvelous, the best that Jordan and Vera had tasted in years. Later in the evening Tallulah took Vera aside and asked her if it was okay to share stories about her past in front of her daughter. Tallulah knew that Vera had not taught her in the ways of the Craft. Vera sighed and looked out the window and back to her beloved Gram Tallulah.

"I didn't want to teach her anything because I wasn't sure on how to get back here. I was so young when I left this place. Honestly, I didn't know the name of the town you lived in." Vera said playing with a bit of her hair. "I wanted her taught by the best, and now that I'm back, I want her to be taught. That is if she wants to. I have a feeling it's inside her, and she will want to be taught."

"Yes, you are right about Jordan. It is inside her, and it's blooming radiantly. To tell you the truth I called you back here. I've tried for the longest time. It is the time of the Great Good and the Equal Evil. I'm sure my girls think it's about you coming back, but you and I both know that isn't true. Unless your mother hadn't continued you on your studies on magick."

Vera smiled. She got to think about her mother, and how close they were. That's all she wanted with Jordan too. She looked to Tallulah.

"Yes. She continued me on learning magick, and using it for the power of good. I swore to myself, even though I was only nine years old that my gifts would only be used for that. But I'm not that great of a teacher, it's hard enough being a mother."

Tallulah hugged her again. She was so relieved to hear that. It made her feel like she had done her job. She had done well, and stopped the influence of the bad she encountered as a little girl. Unlike before it didn't consume her with a certain rage that seemed to be planted within the genes.

They went back into the living room where the girls were talking. They told the girls to quiet down. They were giggling and talking about boys and school. Like any other average teenagers would. But these girls weren't average teenagers. The rest of the night was spent telling tales about how Vera was saved by Tallulah. The girls listened intently to every word.

"It began on a cold autumn day. The girl I watched every weekend for a young lady named Nia, was named Vera." She reached over and hugged Vera then continued on telling the story.

"She was only nine years old when she was beginning to act oddly. Nia wanted to know what was wrong with her. She was beginning to curse and hate the holy God and Goddess. I knew it was the work of her father, a very bad man."

Jordan looked over to her mother in shock. Vera did not tell all the details of the story to her. She knew that her mother and her father didn't get a long, but she had no idea her grandfather was a bad man. She couldn't understand why she didn't tell her. Hestia just took Jordan's hand as her grandmother carried on.

"On the day of the Autumn Equinox while Vera slept I put a blessing on her, to cleanse her of the negative effects her father had placed upon her, while he was in her life."

Jordan squeezed Hestia's hand. Hestia looked over at Jordan and took her other hand and softly rubbed the top of her other hand. It seemed to sooth her down a bit. I mean its not every day you find out your grandfather did such atrocities to your mother. Tallulah stopped and nodded towards Jordan to Vera. Vera went over there and sat next to her daughter and hugged her. Jordan held her mother tight.

"I had to get rid of these bad seeds placed within Vera some how. It was going to take over Vera's soul, and instead of being good like she was, she was going to turn evil like her father. So I brought what was left of the coven here, and we called upon the Goddess to put the seed of 'The Greater Good' within her. As long as that seed thrives the evil within her can never grow."

When Tallulah stopped to take a breath Jordan found this to be the great opportunity to interrupt. She knew as much as she wanted to know from that perspective. Now she wanted her questions answered.

"So what you're saying is you put like this magickal 'weed killer' on my mom?"

Tallulah laughed cheerfully. "That's one way of putting it my dear. And I tell you it worked very well! I wish I had some of that for my garden out back."

They all laughed. Even Jordan. There was something about them that took her anger away. She was no longer really mad at her mother for not sharing this. In a way she was happy, because it brought all these people into her life. She would rather of just found out know about this, then have it been lingering in her head before. Always being afraid. Maybe it was because she was already and always afraid of her inner demons.

"Does this mean you guys are witches? Does this mean I'm a witch?"

Tallulah and the girls nodded her head.

"Yes, we are witches." Tallulah said. "But it's your choice to become a witch. Just because you have the bloodline, and the power within you, doesn't make you one just on that. Sure you have great potential, but a witch makes herself. Now, Jordan it is your choice, I will teach you the ways of magick if you want to, and if you will only use them in the powers of good. I know this is frightening, what your grandfather did, could have been passed down to you. Very powerful stuff you've got inside you."

Jordan just looked at the floor. So badly she wanted to scream out yes, but she was considering. Something doesn't make sense. What did my grandfather do to influence my mom so deeply? She was going to ask her mother later about the subject. Not that she didn't want to share information with her new friends, but this was kind of a private matter. Now she had to make her decision about learning the Craft. She looked back up to her mother as if to say help me Vera just shook her head.

"This has to be your choice Jordan. I can't help you on this one."

This was such a hard thing for Jordan to do. This was more important than the decision on what to do for her life in a career. This had to do with people she loved, people she wanted to be friends with. It had to do with things that had always been, and things that need to be. She just didn't know which way to go. She closed her eyes and made her first prayer to the Goddess she had ever made in her life.

Goddess of wisdom hear my plea
Show me the way that is right for me
If being a witch is not in vain.
Please Goddess, cry for me, make it rain!

She whispered the prayer in her head five times. Then she heard the sound of tap dancing faeries on the roof. Then the guiding tears of the Goddess showed on the window and fell down heavy.

"Wow. It's raining. The weatherman said it wasn't going to rain today." Shina said looking at the window.

Jordan just laughed. Everyone looked to her to see what was so funny. She just smiled a little, saying nothing about her private little prayer. Her question had been answered. She was utterly surprised. "Okay. I'll do it."

They all smiled Skrina, Demeter, and Shina ran over and hugged her. Hestia just leaned over and hugged her tight. They were happy to have a new friend, they could teach and grow with.

Later when they got home, Jordan sat next to her mother. Just staring at her for a moment. Vera knew she wanted to say something, but she didn't want to interrupt her train of thought, so she waited until Jordan was ready.

"How come you never told me about witchcraft?" She said finally.

"As I said to Tallulah, I didn't know quite how to teach you. Plus I didn't know if what my father did to me would effect you. I didn't want to endanger you, and the only one I knew that could save you from that, if it happened, was Tallulah." She said rubbing a few strands of fiery red hair from her daughter's face.

"So, that's why you gave me these necklaces too?" Jordan said fingering them. The cool metal underneath her fingertips made her feel a little more relaxed. "Hestia told me the pentagram was a symbol to protect against evil."

Vera nodded and hugged her daughter. "I know now you'll be protected."

"What exactly did grandpa do to you? It sounds like he did some evil spell on you or something."

Vera stayed silent for a few moments. She didn't want to tell her daughter the whole truth, but nothing would satisfy her but the truth, but it wasn't time for the complete truth just yet. She would live a better life, not knowing. "Honey, it might as well of been an evil spell. Let's just say you're grandfather was involved in something that seemed to corrupted everything he came in contact with."

It was back to school and Jordan seemed to radiate when she went back. Everyone seemed to notice. Everyone wanted to see what was up with this enigma girl that most of them hadn't noticed until now. Demeter wondered if Jordan did some sort of spell. She really didn't want her doing spells until Tallulah taught her everything about magick guidance.

At lunchtime Jordan joined Demeter. Demeter asked about the spell.

"No. I don't want to do any magick until Gram Tallulah teaches me everything. I mean I know nothing about magick." Jordan laughed. Then she thought of the prayer she said to the Goddess and smiled slightly to herself.

She was surprised that she did that. It totally came natural to her, then again her mother was a witch, and her grandmother was a witch. Being in tune would come a little more natural to her than others she guessed.

They talked for a bit, while eating lunch. They both stopped talking to stare at the most gorgeous looking boy they had ever seen. He was obviously new because Demeter had never seen him before. He had heavenly gold hair that was short, spikey, and messy, but the way it glowed it seemed to be perfect. He was perfectly built in both the girls' eyes. Not too thin, not too muscular, and not too heavy. They thought that the perfection ended there until they saw the deep blue eyes that reflected like raindrops on silver.

He went over and sat at a table all by himself. No one else seemed to be looking at him. He was only outstandingly wonderful in Demeter and Jordan's eyes. They just looked at each other and got their things and sat over at the table where he was.

He was shocked to see anyone wanting to sit at the same table as he was. The girls introduced themselves, and he did the same. His name was Aimery. He was eighteen; he had failed one year, so he was behind. He didn't really fit in with the crowd. He told the girls this because they wanted to know why he was sitting all by himself. Jordan thought that her and him were kindred spirits, she knew exactly how he felt.

Later in the day Demeter was showing him around. Jordan was going to do the same but when she had got to where he was, Demeter had already beaten her to the job. Jordan could feel jealousy creeping up her spine. She shook it away because she wasn't going to let a little thing like a guy, get in the way of a great friendship. Though she felt like she wanted to avoid this for a while so instead of taking the regular bus home she took the late bus. She called her mom in advance though and told her what she was doing.

She stayed late helping the art teacher clean the brushes and other painting utensils. She really enjoyed helping the art teacher out. She helped him out at least once a week. Everyone always left his room a mess, and didn't clean up after themselves.

She got on the late bus and low and behold Aimery was taking the late bus. She looked at him and smiled as she sat next to him on the bus.

"Hi." Jordan said in a voice just about a whisper.

Aimery smiled and returned the greeting.

"So, why'd you stay after?"

"I got in trouble." He said giving a sheepish grin.

"You got in trouble already?" Jordan laughed a little. "What did you do?"

"I told a teacher he was wrong."
 
"Let me guess, Mr. Huber?"

"How'd you know? Are you psychic?" He laughed. "Yeah, it was him. I told him he was wrong because he said witches were evil. I told him that it was wrong, and that it is unjust to say someone is evil just because they don't believe the same. So he gave me detention for telling the truth."

"Really? How did you guys get on the subject of witches?" Jordan asked.

"Well, we were discussing Satanism, and he said a witch is nothing other but a Satanist, along with people who practice Atheism, Voodooism, and any other Occult. According to him Atheism, Voodooism, and the Occult were totally evil." He scoffed.

Jordan just shook her head in disgust. How could the teacher be saying such things? Especially in America wear it is free speech, free religion. She looked back at Aimery wondering why he would defend witches so much. Could he possibly be a witch?

"Why did you defend witches? I mean you could have always kept your mouth shut about it or something."

"Keeping your mouth shut doesn't stop the problem, but if you really want to know… some people where I used to live, some people I knew were witches. And I wasn't really defending them either; I was just speaking the truth. So…" He smiled. "Why'd you stay after school?"

Jordan giggled. "I was helping the art teacher clean the pain tools."

Aimery looked at her in shock. "Some people told me, well, some girls told me he tries to put the moves on them."

Jordan laughed and shook her head. "I know those girls, they don't like Mr. Lash because he yells at them all the time to clean their art tools, and if they don't, he sends them to the office. Then those girls made up that rumor. Mr. Lash isn't like that, he hasn't done anything like that to me."

"How do you know that they are just rumors?"

Jordan looked at him confused. "Why do you ask that? I trust him that's all."

"Well, be careful okay?"

She nodded, and then it was her stop to get off. It was also Aimery's. She looked over at Aimery behind her. When they got out she looked at him.

"So this is your stop too? What road do you live on?"

"I don't live on a road, I live on a street." Aimery joked.

Jordan laughed and shook her head. "Okay, what street do you live on."

"Oh…" He laughed. "I live on Jackson St."

"Really?" Jordan raised an eyebrow; her heart beating intensely knowing he lived on the same street as she did.