Anara's head felt like it was splitting open. Suddenly everything was too bright and too loud and she was so painfullly aware of everything around here but none of it was really there. She felt like her throat had already been screamed raw, but she had only just started. The world was turning a furiously bright blue and no matter what Anara used to cover her eyes it was too much. No matter how hard she pressed her hands to her hears she couldn't stop hearing the screaming. It glitched in and out and melded together other voices in her brain. Voices she was sure she had heard before. Voices that hurt her head.
" ̵̨͙̮͙̻͇̣̈͗I̶̧̡̮̤͉̟̻̗̳̪͋̔͆̈̃́̽͒͘͝ ̵͇̙̰̳̦̣͇̆̌͗͋̆̆͂͆̓͒n̷̸̢̰̩̠̦͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬͒̈͒̑̀̑̓̕͘͜͝e̴̸̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬̊̒͊̾̓̓͘͜͝͝e̴̴̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭̗̜̟͔̼̲̊̒͊̾̓̽̊͌̽͆͛̊̚̚͜͝͝d̴͙͍͎̬̭̺̔͂͛̓̓̈́͐̌̚͝ ̶̳̺͚̪͉̩̃́A̸̵͙̰̫̞͇̙̰̳̦̣͇̔́̆̌͗͋̆̆͂͆̓͒͠n̷̶̢̰̩̠̦͎͒̈͒̑̀̑̓̆͒̕à̶̴͎͔̞̣̦͉̈́͂̓͒̽͌̅̈̕̚̕ͅr̶̶̖͍͍̮̹̥͎̅̒́̃̐̓̆͒à̶͎͔̈́͂̓͒̽͌̕̚̕ͅ ̷̧̠̟̗̭̮̹̹̘͔͊̑̏̽̂w̸̷̨̧̢̠̞̳̘̦͛͑̉́͗̇͘i̷̸̧̢̡̻̭̝̺̼͖̙̟͉̓́͐͂̓͗͋̽͒͌͆̽̚̕ẗ̶̷̡̢̡͇̱̼̺̝̥͉̠͎̰͚̯͔́̆̐͒̀͜h̷̢͓̫̬͚̹͓̲̒͜ͅ ̴͕͉̹̬̻͗̎̐̋̽̚͜͜m̶̸̻̖̼̫̟͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬͛̓͘͜͝e̴̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭̊̒͊̾̓͝, ̴̢̙̳̺͈̦̖̼̅̌ṕ̵̷̧̨̳̖̣͕̮̰̲̮͈̗͔̳̞̭̩̬̩̘̓͒͂̄̾̈́̀̈́̄̓̓l̴̸̟̟̖̹͎͚͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬̉͂̉̉̾̅͑̂̓͘͜͝ͅe̴̶̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭͎̊̒͊̾̓̓̆͒͝à̶̶͎͔̪̙̈́͂̓͒̽͌͛̀̑̉͑̑͒̈́̕̚̕̕ͅs̶̸̨̛̩̗̖̩͚̗͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬̍̓̓̇͗͒͊̔͛̓͘͜͝e̴̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭̊̒͊̾̓͝ ̷̢̞̳̘̦́͗̇i̷̸̧̢̡̻̭̝̺̼͖̙̟͉̓́͐͂̓͗͋̽͒͌͆̽̚̕ẗ̶̡̢̡͇̱̼̺̝́̆̐͜'̶̪̙͛̀̑̉͑̑͒̈́̕s̶̨̛̩̗̖̩͚̗̍̓̓̇͗͒͊̔͛ ̸̡͖̙̟͉̓͗͋̽͒͌͆̽̚̕ẗ̶̸̡̢̡̢̛͇̱̼̺̝̦͇́̆̐͆̽̆̎̑͜o̶̧̡̫͉̲͔͓͛̃ ̴̗̜̟͔̼̲̽̊͌̽͆͛̊̚̚͜͝d̴̶͙͍͎̬̭̺͎̔͂͛̓̓̈́͐̌̓̆͒̚͝à̶̴͎͔̞̣̦͉̈́͂̓͒̽͌̅̈̕̚̕ͅŗ̶̵̛̖͍͍̮̹̥͇͕̳̅̒́̃̐͗̉̿̇̆͐k̸̡̛̖͇̙̱̮̑̇̈́̅̀̕͘͜ ̷̢̞̳̘̦́͗̇i̷̵̧̢̻̭̝̺̼͇̙̰̳̦̣͇̓́͐͂̆̌͗͋̆̆͂͆̓͒n̷̢̰̩̠̦͒̈͒̑̀̑̕ ̷̥͉̠͎̰͚̯͔͒̀h̷̸̢͓̫̬͚̹͓̲͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬̒̓͘͜͜͝ͅe̴̴̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭̞̣̦͉̊̒͊̾̓̅̈͝r̶̸̖͍͍̮̹̥͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬̅̒́̃̐̓͘͜͝e̴̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭̊̒͊̾̓͝!"
" ̷̦͛͂̆͐̒͒͝͝N̵̸̢̛͎̦͇̊͗̾͊̈́͆̽̆̎̑o̶̧̡̫͉̲͔͓͛̃! ̷̦͛͂̆͐̒͒͝͝N̵̸̢̛͎̦͇̊͗̾͊̈́͆̽̆̎̑o̶̧̡̫͉̲͔͓͛̃ ̵̨͙̮͙̻͇̣̈͗I̶̧̡̮̤͉̟̻̗̳̪͋̔͆̈̃́̽͒͘͝'̴͕͉̹̬̻͗̎̐̋̽̚͜͜m̶̻̖̼̫̟͛ ̶̪̙͛̀̑̉͑̑͒̈́̕s̶̸̨̢̛̛̩̗̖̩͚̗̦͇̍̓̓̇͗͒͊̔͛͆̽̆̎̑o̶̴̧̡̫͉̲͔͓̞̣̦͉͛̃̅̈r̶̴̖͍͍̮̹̥̞̣̦͉̅̒́̃̐̅̈r̶̶̖͍͍̮̹̥̲̅̒́̃̐̍̈̽̈̇͒̽̚̚ẏ̶̨̫̘̗̏̑̏́ͅ ̵̨͙̮͙̻͇̣̈͗I̶̧̡̮̤͉̟̻̗̳̪͋̔͆̈̃́̽͒͘͝'̷͈̗͔̳̞̭̩̬̩̘̈́̀̈́̄̓̓l̴̷̟̟̖̹͎͚͈̗͔̳̞̭̩̬̩̘̉͂̉̉̾̅͑̂̈́̀̈́̄̓̓ͅl̴̟̟̖̹͎͚̉͂̉̉̾̅͑̂ͅ ̴̗̜̟͔̼̲̽̊͌̽͆͛̊̚̚͜͝d̴̸̢̛͙͍͎̬̭̺̦͇̔͂͛̓̓̈́͐̌͆̽̆̎̑̚͝o̶̧̡̫͉̲͔͓͛̃ ̶̞̽̍̚̚͝b̴̸̛̹͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬͆̈́̃̓̅͂̄̓͑̓͘͜͝e̴̸̢̡̟̗̣̝̮͚̭͖̙̟͉̊̒͊̾̓̓͗͋̽͒͌͆̽̚̕͝ẗ̶̸̡̢̡̡͇̱̼̺̝͖̙̟͉́̆̐̓͗͋̽͒͌͆̽̚̕͜ẗ̶̸̡̢̡͇̱̼̺̝͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬́̆̐̓͘͜͜͝e̴̴̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭̞̣̦͉̊̒͊̾̓̅̈͝r̶̖͍͍̮̹̥̅̒́̃̐ ̴̢̙̳̺͈̦̖̼̅̌ṕ̵̷̧̨̳̖̣͕̮̰̲̮͈̗͔̳̞̭̩̬̩̘̓͒͂̄̾̈́̀̈́̄̓̓l̴̸̟̟̖̹͎͚͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬̉͂̉̉̾̅͑̂̓͘͜͝ͅe̴̶̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭͎̊̒͊̾̓̓̆͒͝à̶̶͎͔̪̙̈́͂̓͒̽͌͛̀̑̉͑̑͒̈́̕̚̕̕ͅs̶̸̨̛̩̗̖̩͚̗͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬̍̓̓̇͗͒͊̔͛̓͘͜͝e̴̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭̊̒͊̾̓͝-"
Suddenly the light shut off. It was quiet. Anara's breaths didn't fit in her chest right and the air prickling around her made her want to rip her skin off. "no,no,no,no,no,no,youcan'tbehere" The screech of shoes sliding across polished wood made her press her hands against her ears hard enough that they almost hurt more.
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Here There be Witches
FanficAnara is the daughter/son of Medusa who was thrown out for not being able to turn them self into a weapon like their father (who they never knew) and for not being able to use normal witch powers. Instead, they can summon any kind of weapon to their...
