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- Author: S. Isabelle
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IRIS
May
As the young deathwitch stepped onto the dark sand, she took in a
comforting scent. Fresh citrus fruits. Salty air. Long-spilled blood.
Home.
Sun Harbor sat on a little island in the Florida Keys. The land was
covered in headstones, unmanaged and neglected, wrapped in cobwebs and
cracks. It was a village whose only inhabitants lived underground. A
bleedbay once, thriving on making shows of its tortured witches and their
mundane collaborators, the very ones whose bodies now fed the earth. The
early morning sun seeped through the heavy clouds, revealing bare trees
and yellowed grass. Stony House waited in the distance, a once-glorious
manor burdened by years of neglect, its dark paint and gray stone covered
in vines. Smaller cottages surrounded it, all touched with the same decay.
Like Haelsford, Sun Harbor had its own hex, but unlike the Swamp, the
dark magic here felt like a hug to Iris Keaton-Foster.
“Miss?”
Iris, enchanted by the literal ghost town, had forgotten the boatman
behind her.
“Thank you,” she said politely. “I’ll see you in a few days.”
While she took this trip yearly and should’ve long ago procured her own
boat, or looked up a waterwitchery spell to make the lake solid enough to
walk on, a sick little part of her relished the mundane’s expression as he
looked upon a land he couldn’t truly see. He only saw a thick black fog and
Iris’s back as she disappeared into it.
With every step Iris took toward the three-story home, the setting around
it transformed. The grass twitched and straightened, growing a deep and
vibrant green from dried husks. The garden bloomed, bearing roses, daisies,
violets, fresh tomatoes, and a mango tree, its branches heavy with fruit.
Looking at the house was like twisting a holographic card; one moment, it
was as corroded as the rest of the island, and with a blink, it was restored to
its old glory.
At the wrought iron gates, something dragged against Iris’s witchy
senses. The house was already brimming with protection spells and death
magic, but this sensation didn’t feel familiar to the necromancer who had
served as architect for much of them. Not malicious, just … new.
The gates opened with a sharp creak. Witchy or not, only a Keaton or a
Foster would be granted access, so Iris was doubly qualified. She entered
Stony House and called out, “Honey, I’m Home!”
The door shut behind her. Iris took a deep, bracing breath as her magic
did what it always did here. It shrank. Her witchery receded, leaving her
feeling empty and spent, as if someone had dimmed the lights of her soul.
Groggy, like waking up from a nap that was only meant to be a few minutes
long but had stretched into hours. She was still a witch, and this price she
paid wouldn’t change that, but when she crossed the threshold into her
family home, she was essentially mundane.
Iris pushed back the thick red drapes and opened up all the windows.
The morning light revealed an untouched living room, foyer, and kitchen.
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