It had to be one of the largest yet and very ugly also. It’s hairy legs and
slimy green belly made the spyder quite terrifying. It was a perfect specimen.
She carefully urged into the jar she was holding in front of it so as not to
damage it’s delicate legs. They were the most important part after all. She
reached into her bag to check the contents. A large moss spyder, a blood mushroom,
an assortment of herbs, and some purple worm she found as an extra. Good, everything
there, she thought. It was time for Edna to head home.
After months of waiting for just the right time of the year when the spyders
are out, she had finally got all her ingredients for the last spell. This would
be the one that would prove her status as a full witch. Edna had been practicing
for this her whole life. She would finally be one of them now. She did everything
they expected and she learned well. She practiced all her spells every day and
did her research thoroughly. The time was here at last.
Edna spent the next few days locked in her tower worked harder than ever before.
The witches’ convention was only a couple days away and there was no time to
waste. She combined all the right ingredients at exactly the right times. Applied
just the right amount of magic here and there and followed the instructions
to the last letter. The spell was finally complete. The ceremony was that day
and she almost hear them declaring her a witch.
She dipped the potion from the cauldron she cooked in and poured it over her
broomstick. The same broomstick she crafted herself. She had carved the handle
from one of the Brain Tree’s branches and stolen the straw from an unsuspecting
scarecrow from the pumpkin patch at the edge of the Haunted Woods. The broomstick
already spoke of power, just wait until it was finished she thought. She then
enchanted the final few words over the broomstick and it began to glow. Softly
at first then wildly light a candle flame caught in a passing breeze. It stopped
just as suddenly as it had started and Edna knew that it was done. She had the
power to command the woods now.
The ceremony started right at dark. Edna was ready. She had brought some peanut
butter spyders to munch on in case she got nervous, but she found she was just
the opposite. She ate them anyway to be sociable and patiently waited for the
event to start. The witches gathered around and started a bonfire from their
fingertips. The eldest came forward and delivered a long speech about the history
of witches and the passing of knowledge from one generation to the next. She
then turned to Edna.
The elder chanted a few words very softly. She then motioned her hands in some
circles and began to speak louder. Blue lightning flashed from her hands and
arched across the sky. It ripped through the dark searching for its target.
It closed down on Edna to strike her where she stood. Edna didn’t move, nor
did she speak. She simply held out her broomstick towards the oncoming blue
train of light. The lightning hit the broomstick with such force the Edna should
have been laying on the ground. Instead she stood tall and the stick absorbed
the lightning and glowed faintly to reveal that its charge was holding.
The elder turned to Edna and said, “From this day forth let it be known in
all of Neopia that you will be called Edna
the Witch.”
The End | 
