DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS FROM TWILIGHT. THEY ALL BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER. I JUST ENJOY MESSING WITH THEM IS ALL.

Prologue

The six of them sat in a circle surrounded by candles that could not be blown out by the wind rushing around them. The elements could not touch them within the circle. They were completely protected by the magic that encompassed the group of thirteen year olds testing out their gifts for the first time, binding themselves together as a group forever.

They sat gazing at each other, hands linked, revelling in the atmosphere and power that they, as a group, had created.

They broke their hands apart, but did not stop gazing at the one sat across from them.

To anyone observing them from afar, they would appear to be a rebellious group, sneaking out in the dead of night to do some unspeakable things in the woods. Others of their age, sneaking out of their houses, would probably be breaking the rules: drinking, smoking or whatever they could do at their age. But this group was different.

Instead of breaking the rules, they were linking themselves to their past. Their lineage. Their bloodlines.

In contrast, the six teenagers had not snuck out to be together on this night. It was in fact the summer solstice and their parents were out celebrating in their own way. They had understood their children's desires to spend the holiday together, on the condition that they did not stray beyond the crossroads a mile away from their homes. Living on the same street had its advantages. Their parents had, in their own way, invited this bonding of their children, for it could be seen that each of their parents sported scars across their palms, in the same way that their children now would.

They were following a tradition that spanned centuries, and would, hopefully, carry on for many more.

For as normal as this group of teenagers may seem, there was nothing normal and simple about the six individuals that were now bound by blood, identical cuts on both palms.

"We did it." The small, black haired girl whispered gently, not breaking her gaze from the blonde boy sitting across the circle from her.

"We always said we would." A small brunette girl replied just as softly, her eyes fixing on the gorgeous bronze haired boy sitting across from her, grinning widely. The six of them shared the same grins, for they knew now that they could never be broken apart, no matter where in the world they were, they would always feel the essence that bound them.

Magic.

It bound them all together. Infinitely. For eternity. For it was not just their blood-ties ritual that had bound them. They had been bound together long before they even realised they could perform the ritual. For they shared the same ancestors. Each of them may have been born and lived on the same street all their lives, but their ancestors did not originally derive from the small island that housed the town of Forks, just off the coast of Washington. In reality, their lineage hailed from across the country in Salem, Massachusetts. These six teenagers, were the descendents of those persecuted in the Salem witch trials of the 1690s. Of course, people weren't actually smart enough to find the real witches, so they were able to escape. And these six teenagers were all that was left of their distinguished bloodlines.

They each broke their gazes and picked up the candle sitting in front of them, holding them out in front of them with one hand, picking up the candle snuffer that sat next to each of them in the other.

"We are now bound by unbreakable ties." The bronze haired boy spoke softly, his voice like liquid velvet. "Never again, shall we be alone, and forever shall we be bound together. As one. So mote it be."

"So mote it be." The other five spoke softly as the six of them placed the candle snuffers over the flame of the candle in their hands, effectively ending the ritual.

The six of them sat there grinning at each other for a full minute or so, before they each stood up, taking the hand of their respective partner and putting out the candles in the circle around them.

"We did it." The small brunette girl smiled up at her bronze haired boyfriend.

"Yes we did." He grinned back at her, leaning down to press his lips to hers gently. The others in the group were doing the same.

They broke apart and her hand softly made its way up his neck and the tip of her index finger softly traced the pentacle birthmark that resided just below his left ear. His gaze rested on her left collarbone, where a birthmark identical to his rested. As he pressed his lips to it gently, she smiled her gaze flicking over the others in the circle before fluttering closed.

"We're bound forever." The blonde girl in the group breathed to a dark haired boy, who was large, even for a thirteen year old. He grinned back at her before he pressed his lips to hers. As they kissed her fingers gently traced the same birthmark that was present on the inside of his right elbow. She had the same on her right wrist and his thumb gently brushed back and forth over it.

The last coupling just stood gazing at each other, lost in their own little bubble, almost like the bubble that had encompassed the group only a few moments before. No words were needed between these two. It had been that way since they were young. They too had their fingers subconsciously running over the pentacle birthmarks that resided somewhere on their bodies. His was at the bottom of his neck, at the join between his neck and his shoulder, and hers rested on the back of her right hand, between her thumb and index finger.

These birthmarks were just another symbol of the fact that this group of teenagers was unlike any other. The birthmarks that each of these children sported were also present on their parents and their parents before them, being passed down from generation to generation since the time of the Trials.

They stood their for an unknown amount of time, the three couples gazing at each other, completely unaware of the changing in the light behind them, or the awakening of the forest and all its creatures. Normally, the six of them were attuned to everything around them. The whispers of the wind as it brushed through the tops of the trees. The hum of the stones beneath their feet, each and every different type of stone emitting its own pitch or frequency, identifying itself to the young witches.

Because that's what they were. They were witches. Even the boys. For in contrast to the common misconception, being a witch is not gender specific. Both males and females were able to become witches, though many aren't born witches, as this group was. Most throw themselves into that specific way of life, most of the time, not realising that it is what it is.

But for the moment, the couples knew nothing outside of each other, gazing into each other's eyes. Forest green on ice blue. Ice blue on chocolate brown. Chocolate brown on emerald green. That was all they knew.

The six of them were more in sync than anyone would know because at the exact same point in time, three words tumbled from six separate sets of lips.

"I love you." The whispers resounded throughout the small clearing as they resumed their silent gazing, which was only broken by the rustling of the wind and the sounds of the animals in the small forest that surrounded the adolescents.

They finally snapped back to the real world once the sun had emerged over the tree tops. The looked at each other and smiled before gathering up their supplies and made their way back to their houses. They walked down their street, each couple hand in hand, walking as a single line.

The couples broke off at their respective houses, each taking the hand of their siblings and walking through their front doors.

Nothing could separate the six of them now.

They were bound forever.

They belonged together. The six of them. As a group.

None of them were aware of what fate had in store for them.