Emmy R Bennett

The fire crackles and the sparks fly, attempting to reach the stars. Mesmerized, I almost stop listening to the wise woman telling the story of how the ancients had woven the cloak Gen wears, into existence. “But first,” the woman says, “we must remove that mark you have, Geneviève.” “How do we do that?” I …

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“Who are you?” I look closer. “Wait a minute… you’re—you’re the—” He puts a finger to his lips, gesturing me to be silent. The loud sounds of crows caw outside. We wait together in silence until the calls dissipate. He speaks first, saying, “My name is Arik.” “Yes, I know who you are.” I bow. …

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I land on something soft and realize it’s a pile of compost. Gross. A few scratches from a rose bush, planted against the house let’s me know it has lovely thorns too, and I pull two spikes sticking in my skin. “Ouch,” I murmur. The crows circle above and when I look up, I see …

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I’m shaken awake by Martha. “It’s time we go.” My eyes sting from the afternoon sun. “What time is it?” “Two.” She goes to my drawers, saying, “We take only the basics. Too much, will slow us down. I suggest you layer up.” “Where are we to go?” “My sister’s place, for now.” “I didn’t …

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Her eyes pierce a gaze at me like daggers and I can tell she’s fuming mad. “I told you to bury these mongrels, and you’re prancing the property like you own the place.” “I-I was trying to find a good spot to bury the bodies, Mother.” Her eyes glow blue and I fear she’s going …

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It takes some effort to reach the moving fingers beneath the rest of the dead bodies. One by one I drag corpses until I reach a woman. Her hair is red and wavy. She’s young, like me. Maybe sixteen, or seventeen. She can’t possibly be much older than that. If my mother found out one …

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My eyes widen as I watch her magic sphere of bright green glow in her hands. “Come close. You don’t want to be on the outside of the circle. With any luck, we’ll have a few survivors.” What does she mean by that? I step into her barrier of shielding magic as the ball of …

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My mind reels with possibilities of how to escape this place. I can’t let her know my plans. Sarmira has taught me a lot about dark magic these past years. It became more prolific when I turned thirteen. That was nearly five years ago. My birthday is coming up this summer. I don’t want to …

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I catch him glance at me before he looks away. My first instinct is to free him, but I know that isn’t an option. Besides, my mother would skin me alive, and feed the leftovers to the dogs. “So, you see,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts. Her words make me cringe. “We have …

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It’s been two weeks since my lessons with Sage. Her absence has me worried. “Hand me that jar of crow feathers, Maura.” My mother points to the shelf against the wall. I hate being in her witchy work area below the house. It smells musty. Plus, I sense death. Like as though she has secret …

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