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Covenant: The Unchosen Destinies

The Priestess of Artemis

The Ferguson clan was a fierce breed with their vigorous Scottish blood. He and his wife, Isobel, decided to make a fresh start in the new world when Mr. James Ferguson was slowly getting in more trouble owing money to more and more people, making his extended family disown him. In the new world, Ipswich to be exact, Mr. Ferguson bought a big piece of land where he built a small log house and worked the rest of the land for planting food. The season was bringing new life everywhere; from the barren land slowly letting small green vegetation peak up, to the news that a baby was growing inside the belly of Mrs. Ferguson. The harvest was a success but not enough to help support his family, so on the side, his bad habit of borrowing money returned. It was mid-winter when his wife went into labor and delivered a baby girl with red fuzz on her head. Sadly his wife had passed on from the birth, leaving him with his daughter that he named after his lovely wife. He decided to get his act together and joined a secret organization that gave him plenty of money. In the process he ripped down his small house and rebuilt a new manor on his estate.

From the time Isobel was little, she was raised by her father to be an intellectual and independent woman because she was left alone a lot. But every time she was off to bed her father would come and tell her stories of magical beings. How they were judged differently because they were unique and contained powers. He told her not to fear them, for they are like us- with the same flesh and blood- just gifted. Her father, at times, held council meetings at the manor and even though she wasn't allowed to join, a young council member, that took Isobel as a young sister, Benjamin O'Connell, would sometimes break out of the meeting early and keep her company by showing her a magic trick or two.

One night, her father told her he was going to be taken away to debtor's prison because of all the money he owed. He confided in his daughter that he was a secret keeper of a book, the Book of Absolution, which no one should ever know the location of because it could fall in the wrong hands. He passed the whereabouts to her, because from now on she'd be the secret keeper. Mr. Ferguson also told her the council had chosen her to help guard and protect the special ones.

He explained, "Everyone will die, including you Isobel, so you can be reborn as Artemis' priestess. You must be brave when the time comes and remember this is an honor to have been chosen. When you come back, Ben will be there to help guide you."

Two days later, her father was taken away, and she went to bed alone for the first time and wept. One of her servants, Savannah, rubbed her back to calm her down, making her sleep. It was in the middle of that night Savannah woke her up in hast, dragging her out the manor. The sight of seeing the mob tearing and burning her house down was upsetting. But what was most shocking was the mob calling angrily for them. Savannah grabbed her hand pulling her deeper into the forest, when a yell of her name rang through the air. They raced through the dark hearing many footsteps approaching and tears began to stream down her face as she feared for her life. This was it; where her life would end. Be brave her father told her, and yet, every fiber of her body told her to run faster.

As she slowed down from her panic escape she realized she lost, Savannah, the only person that was her friend, besides Ben. She crept quietly keeping her ears open to any sound. The sound of people in the distance made her go in the opposite direction. But surprising her, a man grabbed her with a knife in his hand, and she let out a blood curdling scream. She swiftly hit his throat making his air way close. Grabbing the knife, while he gasped for air, two more men came. The one man that made a grab at her, she stabbed. Isobel began to run away from the man across the field, as he pulled out his pistol. The gun shot echoed in the air, and she clutched her stomach where the bullet had hit. Lying on the ground, pain coursed through her body as she bled slowly out. The man holding the pistol bent down by her saying, "I'd shoot you in the head, but letting Ferguson's kid die suffering would be the best revenge for him ripping me off." They left her to die alone in the woods slowly.

Priestess of Poseidon

In a small town Albi, France laid a family, the Rowans, on the brink of poverty. Even though their father as a candle maker, he didn't pull enough money to support his family. As a last resort he married off his eldest daughter and sold his youngest daughter of seventeen, Savannah, to an owner in the new world. Her father promised she would have a better life as she got on the boat. After she arrived in a large manner by the town of Ipswich, she was told her duty was to help his daughter, Isobel, with anything she needed.

Through her days of servitude she found being with Isobel was more of an enjoyment than she thought. This girl was not a spoiled brat being a young girl of twelve. Instead she was a charming, curious, little girl that spent most of her time in her father's study answering questions that plagued her mind.

It was the night where the master of the house, Mr. Fergusson, was gone and a mob with pitch forks and torches came storming the gate. Many of the servants and staff of the manor were abandoning the estate; Savannah thought of running too. But she felt obligated to keep Isobel safe so she ran up to Miss Ferguson room to wake her from sleep. The girl was confused with all the chaos, but kept up with Savannah, who was leading her toward the forest where many of the servants went for refuge. The mob was already burning and plundering the place as they called for the family of Ferguson. Isobel stopped in awe at the destruction and the screams from the house. Savannah grabbed her pulling her before the mob could notice their presence. But it was too late, a man yelled from the crowd recognizing Miss Ferguson. They ran into the woods hoping to lose them, but ended up fearing for their lives, and lost each other. She kept walking hoping to find Miss Ferguson and then a scream of terror echoed through the dark woods and a shot of a gun went off. Savannah raced to her aid and ended up getting caught.

With the mob up in rage and irrational as the rumors of the witch hunt hit its peak they accused Savannah of being a witch. Dragging her to the lake they stripped her clothes off, gagged and tied her with rope. The mob leader, with his dirty blonde hair tied back and his brown eyes that were so dark they seemed black, gave a speech explaining to the wild crowd,

"Of this witch trial we will test if she be a witch. Throw her in the lake and if she floats an evil witch is on our hands, but if she sinks, a good soul is she, and not bewitch by the devil."

Tears ran down her face wishing their madness would stop. Two men grabbed her and she squirmed to get away as they pushed her in the icy water. As precious air escaped her lips, she quickly drowned. The quiet of the water that entrapped her was the last thing she heard. Savannah Rowan was concluded to be not a witch in the end.

Priestess of Aphrodite

On the outskirts of Ipswich lived a very wealthy aristocratic family, the Abels. Mr. and Mrs. Abel adored their eldest daughter, Catherine, for she held, in her parent's eyes poise, grace, talent and beauty. While her parents focus on the marriage proposal from the royal family of Normandy, the other daughter went unnoticed. Ella had lived in her sister's shadow since she was born and desired only one thing; for someone to give her the love and affection she craved for. At the small town of Ipswich she made her rounds going throw the market by buying an apple and sitting on the edge of the well munching away. It was that day when Mrs. Smith, an elderly woman she helped at times, told her to take the coin she held in her hand. She said in her soft voice,

"This is a magical well. Take this coin and make a wish, my dear, and throw it into the well." Ella being an innocent sixteen year old, closed her eyes and wished with all of her heart to find someone to love her. Throwing it into the well, her day felt a little less dreary and a smile started to envelope her face knowing a wish was on its way. After helping Mrs. Smith carry her water to her home, she decided to return home. It was then she bumped into a charming man, with black locks and gleaming green eyes, which would capture her heart. Each day for those five weeks William and she would spend time together wrapped up in their little world loving each other.

It was a hot August day when Ella got up and rushed to the door to go see William again. But before she got to the door Catherine asked,

"Where are you going on such a day?" Ella said nonchalantly,

"To the market like I always do, sister." Catherine was in one of her finest dresses with her long blonde hair intertwined up in a complicated hair do. She said,

"Well make it quick. My fiancé will be coming today for tea and my dear sister should be here to meet him." Ella nodded her head,

"I shall make it quick then." She rushed off to the stall and settled up on her favorite horse, Clash, and rode off to their spot. Wind whipped through her light brown hair as she picked up speed because she ached to be with her love. When she reached the well, there stood William, in different attire than his normal. He was now in the latest fashion for men with the best materials. He helped her down and said, "Let us walk."

After they strode the streets in quiet she asked with anticipation, "What is it William?"

He glanced down to her and confessed, "My parents have arranged to whom I must marry." She froze and her eyes began to release tears. He wiped a tear with his hand and said sadly, "Ella with all my heart I love you, but I can't go against my parent's wishes. There just cannot be more for us."

Ella's heart was cracking at this point of their last farewell. When she returned home, her servant rushed to get her prepared for the Duke of Normandy and his royal family. When the servants dressed her and pinned her hair in an elegant bun, she sat at her vanity trying to drive herself to move. As she descended the stairs, she saw her parents were with a couple dressed in the highest fashion of clothes and Catherine was holding onto the crook of a man's arm. Ella curtseyed respectfully to the king and queen of Normandy. And she turned toward her dear sister's fiancé, she stood there in shock. The man she loved, that was to be bestowed away from her, was in the arms of her sister. The Duke of Normandy snapped out of his surprise and bowed to her with his intense eyes trying to convey that she must move. She quickly broke into a new façade and played her part as a good host. It was hard to keep from breaking down when news that their wedding date was set in two days from then. In those two days she kept busy by helping with the wedding setup and would dodge William any chance she could get.

It was the night before the marriage and a ball was being held at the Abel's household to celebrate the unification of their offspring. Ella leaned against the rail of the balcony letting champagne numb her very soul. The sound of a cough interrupted her silence and she turned to see the last person she wanted. William stood next to her saying,

"Ella…." She shook her head and her lips trembled to say,

"Don't William. You know as well as I that there is no way for us to be together. If we should run away, we shall both disgrace our families and hurt my sister and your fiancé." His lips started to pull into a frown.

"If it helps, my heart will always belong to you Ella." Ella took another gulp of her champagne and said knowing this would be the last time she would be able to say it,

"William you've had my heart since I met you and it still is yours." She left the balcony and her heart that night. The day William and Catherine had became man and wife, Ella left with her parents to their house. The deafening silence echoed throughout every hall as she slowly went to her room. In the night Ella was found cold and color from her once red cheeks and lips were drained. She had passed away with no vital signs of sickness or foul play, but from a broken heart.

Priestess of Zeus

Justine Facet was born in the city of London and brought up mostly by her mother, Miranda, since her father, Joshua, traveled around a lot. Under her mother's watch she was pushed to be a perfect, obedient, upcoming woman. Through this training she did everything she was told even though she wanted to control her own life. This continued until she hit the age of nineteen. Her mother had caught the flu and died leaving her under the care of her father. This death was a hard hit for both of them. So, Justine traveled with her father to Plymouth Rock for a new start in the new world. Her father wanted to have the best for his daughter, so he sent her to the best finishing school in Ipswich to continue what his wife wanted for his daughter. And the fact he would be at sea for the year trading.

On her journey to Ipswich, robbers stopped her carriage killing her escort in the process. She flew out of the carriage throwing her pouch of money at them hoping they would leave her alone. But the one man laughed as he wrapped his arms around the back of her body. She screamed and kicked when his hand slid up her leg under dress. The smell of alcohol reeked from him, as his mouth made contact with her neck. Fear crept up into her body and she bit his arm making him release her. She ran toward the woods as the rain began to pour down. She pushed herself to move faster because she could her them chasing her. In a clearing of a field she scanned around to see if she lost the bad men.

Everything is quiet as she walked further into the field; only the sound of her ragged breath and heart beat filled the silence. Sitting on the ground she took a glimpse at her dress which was ripped from the many branches, and her arms and legs were decorated with scratches. She tried to stop her body from shaking but the suddenly a gush of cold wind was everywhere. Justine thought she was safe until a crunch noise came behind her. She only got a glimpse of the wretched man before the flash of bright light obstructed her vision. The man never got his way with her for they both were struck by lightning from the grey stormy sky.

Priestess of Apollo

The "Olde City" in Philadelphia is an area near the Delaware River where William Penn and the Quakers first settled, including the old family of the Taylors. Lucinda Taylor was one of the many children in her family raised under the Quaker rules. Rules she retained to break every chance she could, because unlike her sisters she wanted out and to not be forced into things she never wanted. The last straw was when her father announced she was going to marry at age of seventeen to a man named Roderick Penn, a strict Quaker that tried everything in his power to tame her. Sometime in the night she rode off and eventually landed in a small town called Ipswich. There she was able to make her own rules in her life and began to teach children to read and write, since she was an educated woman.

One afternoon the idea of a witch hunt spread and chaos coursed throughout the town. Trying to stay out of the mobs way, Henry Jefferson's, the one little boy in her class she had grown fond of, house was inflamed. Mrs. Jefferson's screams for help blended in with the crowd. Henry was still inside and Lucinda made a quick decision to save him since no one else was around. Entering the house, heat and smoke engulfed her face making it hard to see and breathe. She yelled for Henry, only to find him curled in the corner crying. Lucinda grabbed his arm coaxing him to come. The house began to creak more and she pushed Henry in front and hastened their pace toward the door. It was then the ceiling gave and pieces fell toward them. The sound of wailing came to her and she soon began to gain awareness they were still in trouble. Lucinda tried to push her body up, but pain retched through her body. Debris pinned her body from the waist down. She glance up to see Henry weeping as he tried to push off the timbers. The taste of blood was in her mouth and she knew she wouldn't make it.

Grabbing Henry's hand she choked out, "Henry do you see the door? Run to it and find your mom. Now." The house gave another loud groan making Henry look up frightened and ran toward the door. As the fire spread faster and faster, the sound of the crowd's screams, her heavy breathing, and the pounding of her heart that echoed loudly in her chest slowly dissipated. Only the crackling of fire reached her ears before she lost consciousness and died as a hero.