January 1st, 1692
Salem Town, Massachusetts
The time was of merriment and gladness as the New Years finally arrived upon the township of Salem, the seventy years old bastion of civilization alight with laughter of children and the dainty fall of white snow. Today was a special day in and of itself, for a shipment of new colonist was set to arrive that day, the ranks of the colonist needing some fluffing up as winter was near it's full frozen glory, making a solid amount of citizen vital for the survival of Salem. The whole town thus awaited with baited breath for the arrival of their new residents, pies being baked and stew being cooked in preparation for the welcoming feast celebrating both new companionship and the start of a whole new year.
The festive mood cloaking the area reached it's zenith as the ship coming from Europe reached it's destination, the heavy anchors splashing upon the dark bay near the docks and the hollering of seamen filling the salty air in a cacophony of sounds as a plank was let down upon the wooden pier and the first new residents of Salem exited their wooden prison for the comfort of the fresh air. Some were healthy, but many more were sickly, and even one or two perished as soon as they made their way to Terra Firma. Among the sickly were women, some of them barely out of girlhood and others well on their way to being matrons yet all of them having a common plight: a deadly fever mingled with a sore throat and a migraine, the result making them delirious and vulnerable to the evils of the world.
This was in this state, as they were tended by worried matrons and nurses in the town's hospital, that the entities living in the great forest surrounding Salem since time immemorial approached them and uttered a deal that the women could not refuse in their aching and sweaty ears:
“Become mine, child, and live!” They said to their makeshift proteges, voices inaudible by anyone but the woman it was uttered to in a sibilant whisper.
“Pledge yourself to me, and you will know true power!” Such an utterance made their way to the poor women's heart and soul and took hold, prompting them to accept servitude and grasp knowledge and power in which they had only dreamed of before.