The Beginning

Brittany, Santana and Quinn were not like other girls. Hadn't been for a couple of years now. It all started one night at Quinn's, when the girls were rummaging through her attic in search of, well, anything interesting. But they had no idea what they would be in for, once Brittany found the book. And it all started with a poem; 'Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night.' Brittany read aloud. 'What is that Brit?' Quinn asked, as the other two girls came to join her at the front of the attic. 'It's a poem, listen; the oldest of God's are invoked here, the great work of magic is sought.'

'Hang on a second Brit, I don't think you should be reading that.' Santana said, looking at the book cautiously. 'Why? It's just a poem.' So she continued; 'In this night and in this hour, we call upon the ancient power. Bring your powers to we friends three, we want the power, give us the power.' All of a sudden the attic started to shake. 'What the hell,' Quinn said, standing up, followed by Santana. The room was still shaking and the three girls just looked at each other. Then a bright white light shot through the ceiling and covered them, it was warm and terrifying, and they ran.

'Brit, what the hell!' Santana shouted, as they went back into Quinn's room.

'What?' She said, sitting on the bed.

'You brought the book with you?' Quinn questioned.

'Yeah, I like it. It's cool.'

'That was not cool Brit.' Santana ran her hands through her hair. 'What the hell was that anyways?'

'I have no idea.' Quinn said honestly, 'Let me see the book Brit.' Brittany passed it over to her and they all sat around her whilst she flipped through it. It was filled with spells and pictures of monsters. 'This is a book of witchcraft.' Quinn said. 'Listen to this; when the creed is read, the powers will be sent. But only to those meant to receive them.'

'What does that mean?' Santana asked.

'It means that Brittany might have just given us magical powers.' Santana laughed, Quinn looked worried, and Brittany said; 'cool.'

'No Brit, not cool.'

'Well it's not like it's real,' Quinn reasoned, 'magic? No way.'

So, they closed the book and left it in Quinn's cupboard. Only to realise one year later that they would need it more than ever.