Out of the air, one as a flock, the original thirteen Wicca arrived. Settling in the forested trees of the glen, they conversed, cackling and calling. Liking what they perceived, the Wicca decided to stay. Out of the darkness above, Hecate, the Dark One, she who watches from above, spoke into the hearts of the thirteen Wicca below, "Go forth into the glen and cut you a length of young wood. Cradle it and call it by name, offer it to me, and...