Deep in a forest, was a coven of witches. Special witches. That protect the forest. To make sure its healthy and flourishing. Though of course doesn't mean they are friendly. At least, not to humans who tend to ruin the forest. No. In fact for their gods some spells require great sacrifices.  In order to teach near by villages lessons that are too greedy with the forest. But they haven't had to be that nasty in a long while. Humans now go to the witches for spells to grant wishes. A hobby of theirs, for prices of course.<br/><br/>Though to run the forest and guard it, meant they too needed protection themselves. If their spells and magic wasn't enough, for sometimes, humans are brave, stupid, but brave. And try to go kill the witches. For people fear what they don't understand. Well, the witches were gifted with a guardian of their own. The mother of the coven made a deal with him, years ago. That in order to keep the forest guarded he needed heirs. Witch was her job, and when the day comes. Her daughters. The coven in the forest was just of three witches. A mother and her two youngest. Though she has more all over the world for the witch mother, is much older than she looks. Though beauty graced her and all her daughters. Making them some of the most desired. Her other daughters have been tempted with and love the pleasures of the world. Which is fine. But she kept her two youngest for who has heard of a coven of one witch? Three was sad still, but better than one.<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/v8XuMYX.jpg)</div><br/>Tonight, the mother was around the cauldron conjuring up a spell. The forests were getting ready for winter so she was in need to get them ready for a long winter's rest. To keep them warm below the ground and plenty of food in their roots. She had scurried her daughters out to gather her some things too. To keep them busy. For the beast that guards them was coming back. He comes back when it's time for new sons. She has always given him sons and kept her daughters away from him. For if she was to be honest. She loved being the only he wanted. For she would admit. Him breeding her is better than any man she has been with. So she has made herself especially ready for him tonight.<br/><br/>Then she heard it. Her daughters coming home. They were bickering about some ingredient in some spell. The both of them always going at each other. Miya, her oldest and Tillie her youngest. Both beautiful girls and youthful. Mother, is a little jealous and a bit annoyed that they are back already.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x365/IrishEnglishBlood/Female%20anime/image_zpssmv6ytc8.jpg)</div><br/>"You're wrong Tillie. Like always. You're memory is short just like your height." Miya was the arrogant and full of herself and always perfect older sister. Where Tillie was a bit short tempered and always trying to show up her older sister.<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x365/IrishEnglishBlood/Female%20anime/image_zps45arrchu.jpg)</div><br/>"Miya you're wrong! I swear it's nightshade!" She huffed pushing the clothe door open to their huge hollowed out tree and stone house.<br/><br/>"And I'm telling you, it's a pinch of baby's breath and wolfsvein! You fool." The two scolded more at each other then stopped when they saw their mother standing there with her arms folded and rolling her eyes.<br/><br/>"One day you two will realize you need to work together and not against. Figure out the right answer, together." She started and held out her hands. "You're back early. So I assume you have everything we need?" The mother asked with a raised brow and the girls fixed themselves up and greeted their crone with respect.<br/><br/>"Yes, of course mother. We wouldn't have returned with out everything." Myia says then hands her bag to her mother and Tillie hands her over too.<br/><br/>"Yes, we will never let you down, even if we bicker-"<br/><br/>"You're bickering lets me down children." The mother said coldly and made them sigh and hang their heads. Both saying, "yes mother". As they watched the master of the spells do her thing. A spell they have yet to do themselves.<br/><br/>As the mother gets the spell going, she cant help but grow a bit more nervous as she can feel him coming for what he always claims. Her daughters being here. May be a problem.