Entrance.
LUCA’S POV:
The smell of sulfur flooded my nose. I could taste it. Bitter and salty. I wanted to throw up. The assault on my senses continued as I connected the dots. It was conscription day. The day all witches dreaded. The day we were stripped of our old lives and had to submit ourselves to the army.
And if we didn’t.
Death, or imprisonment. Not only on us though, but our family too.
My stomach quickly nots and I feel like I’m gonna throw up. I close my eyes and the feelings stops. When I open them I’m in a pitch black room with a light in the middle.
I was to the light and look around, no walls or ceiling. Two more people come into view and my instincts take over, the red aura of magic emits from my hands little balls of magic resting a couple inches from my hands.
The other two hold their hands up in surrender as I let the balls dissipate, the euphoric feeling I get from letting my magic loose gone.
The first one I actually look at was tall, at least a head taller than me. He had dirty blonde hair that was short at the sides and longer on the top, reaching just above his sea foam green eyes. To say he was attractive was an understatement.
I was never described as ugly, quite the contrary. I had soft blond almost white curls that fell gingerly over my eyes, the sides sand back of my head cut short and my eyes a light grey.
The other individual in the circle about a foot smaller than me. She has dark brown eyes matching her ebony skin.
I was transfixed by the two, the utter beauty and looks of the two making me forget where we were for a second.
It wasn’t until the Symbol appeared over a bonfire in the middle of us, signifying what war goddess our coven was named after.
“coven of Athena” the brown haired boy said looking at the symbol transfixed just like the other two.
