A mother's warning

Lizzie is the daughter of Hecate. The Greek Goddess of Witchcraft and healing. This was a blessing and a curse. To live up to the reputation that her mother had was something that Lizzie knew she could never obtain. Since the day she was born, the young witch had never met her mother. Her father, a simple farmer, had tried his best to hide her true identity from her. But this failed. 

While sitting underneath a tree, reading one of her favorite books, Lizzie heard shouts coming from the market square. Groaning, she headed in that direction to see what was going on. As Lizzie got closer, she spotted something strange. A mark of some kind that was stamped into the cobble street. Lizzie knelt to study it. It was a symbol of some sort as she looked at it, another one appeared in front of her. What the hell is going on? She thought. 

Her curiosity got the best of her, and she followed these bizarre marks. Before she knew it the trail led away from her village to the temple of her mother. Pausing, Lizzie went to knock on the door, but it opened as if expecting her. "Hello? Is anything there?"

A voice answered. "Welcome, my child. We're been expecting you." The door closed behind her before slamming shut, leaving Lizzie in the darkness. 

A torch lit to Lizzie's left and another lit to her right before the entire room came to light. A priestess stood in front of the statue of Hecate. The woman lowered her hood to reveal a scared face. "Do not be afraid, Lizzie. Your mother has been waiting for you."

"You know my mother? How?"

The woman smiled a little. "All those who serve the Great Mother know her. But only those are permitted to enter the Inner Circle." 

Lizzie backed up a bit. "What are you talking about?" She tried to hide her fear. "Are you telling me that my mother burned those marks intentionally?"

The priestess nodded. More young women appeared from behind the statue. "We are all part of the Inner Circle. Now, Lizzie, daughter of Hecate, your journey will begin to discover what element you control."

Lizzie blinked. "Element? I'm not a witch. I'm the daughter of a farmer."

The eyes opened on the marble statue. "Hear me, my daughter. You have been summoned to start a great adventure. The world will soon be in danger. I need you to be strong on the journey. Persophne, the Goddess of the Underworld, will soon unleash her power with her husband, Hades."

Lizzie dropped the book she was holding and fell to her knees. "I... I don't believe it." She hid her eyes from the statue, unable to look at it.

One of the young women walked over to Lizzie and offered a hand. "You will not be alone in this, young witch. We will be with you."

Lizzie took the hand of the priestess. "Where do I start? I can't just up and leave my father. He'll need me to help around the farm."