Clara

I look out at my coven, happy to see everyone full of merriment and joy. The flames of the communal bonfire are high in the sky, and there are plenty of people dancing proudly. The only thing left for me to prepare is the ritual supplies. I walk over to the pen for the sacrificial cow only to see you brushing it with a sad look on your face it’ll be okay, you know. He must sacrifice his life so we may lose none of ours this coming winter. It is for the good of the many.