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Amity couldn’t breathe, like her lungs had filled with bricks, sharp and heavy.
It was dark, cold, with an almost bitter feel to the air. As the witch stared down, her eyes widened in horror at a body cast in shadows. Scattered in the mud, a light glyph lay unused, and slightly covered with a purple goo, as well as different glyphs of other types. It seemed to be discarded, thrown to the side on the cold wet muddy floor.
Snapping out of her horror, she quickly ran to the slips of paper, slamming her hand down onto one of them. Her mind ran wild, screaming and begging that this wasn’t what she thought it was. As the paper coiled around itself and crinkled into a glowing ball, all of the voices were silenced.
Amongst a tree laid a familiar body, untouched for days. The skin had gone pale and sunken in, giving off a feeling of despair you could almost taste. Blood smeared along the nearby leaves, like a drawing a child made you hang on the fridge. So unorganized, no pattern, and carefree. The blood had long dried, having dripped down into the mud, leaving crimson crust mixed with the soil. It had come from the body, which also had streaks and stains of that awful color through her hair and clothes.
Amity stared, hands going limp at her sides. The ball of light hovered between her and the body, lighting the scene in perfect horror. She let out a strangled sob, dropped to her knees and let out wails of sorrow beside her girlfriend.
Amity shot upright, the blood pounding in her ears hard enough to make her head spin. She looked around the dimly lit room, the only light being the moon filtering through the purple curtains, and a night light next to her desk.
She gripped the blanket that was folded over her, trembling as she felt the tears and sweat on her face. She began taking deep breaths, looking around the room for something to ground herself with. Amongst the clutter of the dark desk, lay a small, cat shaped device, unused for years but certainly not untouched. Amity threw the hot blanket off of her, and stumbled over to the desk with shaky legs. She gripped the small object in her hands, letting the tears flow freely down her pale cheeks.
She felt a strange warmth envelop her, one that she was familiar with. It soothed her, calming her trembles to mere shakes. The witch could never explain why this happened to her when she was upset, but she thought maybe it was because her past girlfriend wouldn’t want to see her crying like this.
God, she missed her.
Setting the device back onto the desk, Amity sunk into a chair. The room was cold, sending a shiver down her spine as small pieces of her nightmare surfaced. It was a common nightmare, held tightly in her mind because a nightmare is what she wished it was. What she wanted it to be.
But it wasn’t. If you had told Amity Blight 7 years ago that she would fall in love with a human, she would have laughed in your face. If you had told Amity Blight 6 years ago that the love of her life would be the thing to break her heart, she would have shuffled her feet, because past Amity did not know the future of their relationship, unsure if her human would return to her realm- without her. Now, if you had told Amity Blight 5 years ago that Luz Noceda, the true light of her life, would leave her, She probably would have killed you. Because no one was allowed to say anything bad about her Luz, who had fought tooth and nail to stay with her.
But fighting could only get you so far.
Now Amity sits in a cold, desolated room, towering above the rest of the Isles alone. Because Luz had fought. And Luz had lost.
She wished she had been there to fight whatever witch had killed her human. She glares at every witch in the abomination coven that passes her, because she knows deep down it was one of them. She even pushes herself away from those in her own coven- the emperor’s coven, because it could have even been one of them.
It could have even been Darius, the Head of the abominations coven. He took care of Hunter, the closed off Golden Guard that seemed just as lost as Amity.
But Hunter didn’t see the person that brought her out of the hell she was in dead in the mud.
No one did. Only Amity. She watched as her light faded from her life right in front of her, plunging her back into the darkness of the life she used to have. Her mother did not care about the death of her daughter’s girlfriend, and in fact, she pushed her harder, piling more and more work onto the traumatized witch to the point of almost killing herself.
And she would have, if it weren’t for the warm feeling from earlier.
For some reason, every time Amity ever got that upset, a warm feeling would wrap around her. It was strange, but comforting. She figured it was what was left of the warmth Luz brought to her otherwise cold life.
Amity had agreed to become part of the Emperor’s coven, if her mom agreed to not force all the work that she did on her. Odalia seemed more than happy to comply, telling everyone that would listen how perfect her youngest daughter was, and how she was “finally shaping into the powerful Blight she was born to be”.
Odalia had also tried to find suitors for Amity after the death of her girlfriend, but Amity had made it very clear that she would never take a suitor. Ever.
And she supposed it was because of the unspoken promise that Amity had made to Luz. When she found her body that night, cold and half sunken in mud, Amity silently promised to her that whatever- or whoever, had ended her life would meet their own end in the worst way she could give them. Because they did not deserve an easy death.
And Blights never were the most empathetic witches.
But for now, Amity wipes the tears from her eyes, and turns back to the open window. The cold air flowed gently into the room, the curtains wavering gently against the breeze. She leaned back, and watched the moonlight hit the floor, an empty gaze burned through the floor, and into the nothingness past it.