Not a Witch, But More

[tea with Gwyn 218]

Harsh winds whipped around and beat against the iceberg in the frigid winter night. The great home and headquarters of the Frost Witches drifted lazily in the waters of the ocean, but inside, it was not so placid.

Jeska hadn't eaten in months. Longer. But it had all been for this. Now, she felt herself losing her mind to that feral hunger that lurked in the core of all witches. It wouldn't be long until she reached the point of no return. She wasn't aware of it as it happened; when Jeska regressed inward and her subconscious need to eat took over her mind and body, it was like a blur of desperate, wild fury. Had her wrists and ankles not been bound, she would have caused more damage to herself.

 

The next thing Jeska consciously remembered was blood, trickling down into her belly. She was feasting - or rather, had just finished feasting, on the dedicant known as Aiden. He was a stranger to her, and in her jittery, scared state, she only recognized one.

 

Sif, the woman who had given Jeska the Curse, stood above her. She wore her ever-blank expression, but Jeska could only feel safe in her presence. "Mother," the half-starved witch muttered.

"Come to me, child," Sif cooed, comforting her daughter. Jeska stood, and rushed into her mother's embrace. She had made it through, alive, and come out on the other side. She wondered - was it over?

She got her answer quickly. She was never able to wrap her arms around Sif, before a foot planted into her stomach and kicked her backwards. She stumbled and gasped, then fell backwards. A great, shimmering spike of cursed ice extruded from her chest, and her eyes went wide. Jeska drowned on her own blood, and died then.

But her death was not her ultimate end. Days, months later, what was once the Fjiarriagua Jeska was now the Ivojur. She awoke, rose to her feet, and stumbled. It was like a wave, smacking into her. She could immediately feel the change.. there was no breathing. There was no hunger, subdued as it would be after a meal. In their place, power flooded through the being. She could feel it, and stepped outside, to the surface of the iceberg, to demonstrate and test herself. After a time, she was able to genuinely compare herself to even Sif. If she could have smiled, she would.. but then, her disguises came to mind. She shifted, and found herself wishing to discard the disguise immediately. It just felt.. wrong, to wrap flash and bone around and onto a structure of pure ice. But she had a face, and lips, and real eyes in those forms. She discovered soon that she could only work with two disguises at a time.

 

Satisfied for the time being, Jeska set out, to begin her new life as a warrior and defender of the coven.

[ThatGuy_777 220]

Guyden's quill would freeze in his hand. Halfway through writing a letter, he would set it aside. Slowly, he would bring a hand up to his neck, ice cold. He would rub it with care "...I wonder how she is faring? Perhaps I should arrange for us to have tea sometime." He abruptly comments aloud before returning to his writing.

[MrMineLoveDude 299]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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