Angela's POV:
I look out the window, at the night sky, the full moon glowing across the land. Tonight me and my sister Isis will be doing our ritual, if we do not complete by sunrise, it will be the last ritual we will ever make. I walk out of my room and make my way downstairs on the creaky wooden stairs, the newly formed webs from the spiders that we seem can't get rid of. I reach the bottom of the stairs and I could hear my sister reading from one of our spell books. I walk into the room, it had our book shelf of ancient books with spells and rituals, our cauldron, our glass cabinet that had our brews, herbs, and other things that we would need to make our positions. Isis was leaned over the wooden table, the candles burning, the hot wax dripping onto the table. "Sister." Isis looks up at me, "what is it sister." "Is the spell complete?" "Yes." "Very good, the first step is complete." She closes the book and closes her eyes, "do you feel it sister." She reaches her arms out and spins around laughing to herself.

"I can feel the power surge through me, its wonderful sister." I close my eyes and hum to myself, feeling the power flow through me. "Yes I do sister." "Soon we'll feel this power forever." "We have waited long enough for this." Only witches that have been alive for 1,000 years can perform this spell and ritual that we are doing tonight. We only have one chance at it, or we will perish. "Sister, when do we set out?" "We set out soon sister, be patient." I go over to my glass case, where my special things were kept. My spell book, with my own spells that I have created. My special brews that I also created. And of course, my pendant. "Don't forget your pendant sister." "Of course I won't." I open my glass case and pull out my pendant, the dust settling on it and I blow it off. The ruby red shinning in the candle light and I smile to myself. I put it on and hum to myself, wearing my pendant fills me with joy. Isis's pendant was a beautiful green.

"We've waited so long for this night." "Yes, we have." Me and Isis finally turned 1,000 years old yesterday, we've been working hard over the years to keep ourselves immortal. But our power is becoming weaker, so is our immortality. And this ritual will gives what we need. "Sister, please tell me that we can head out." "Sh... be patient sister. The ritual says we can't confront who we mark until the night clock strikes 10." "But that is so far away sister." "Be patient sister. Be patient." "Do we already have in mind of who we'll choose?" "Yes, I been keeping an eye on these two men for a while now, they are perfect for the ritual." "Are they young and lively like the ritual orders for." "Oh yes, very lively. And young enough for the ritual." "Perfect," she smiles at me and I smile back. "Sister, we should get changed. We don't want to be thought of different." "Don't you remember sister, its All Hallows Eve. Or as these humans call it, Halloween. There will be others dressed as us." "Good, because I love what I wear not those human clothes."

It was soon time to go, we make our way out of the cabin and through the dark forest, having the full moon light guide our way to the closes town. We reach town and look around, Isis has already put the mark on the chosen one's, so they will surely be out here soon. "Stupid humans," Isis hisses to herself. "I know, but we'll be with humans tonight. Keep that in mind." "I hope they are handsome sister." "They are sister. They are," I grin to myself as I see them make their way to a bar.