Don't Run

Warning

It was the very next day, mid-morning, the birds chirped outside, singing little songs to one another. The Bunny felt the heat of the sun hitting her face through the windows glass panes.

Michelle and everyone were coming back tonight. But Alona had the whole day to herself. She had attempted using Pats concealer on her face, but the cats color didn't match her. It was too obvious. The hickey was getting darker as time went on.

Witches didn't really wear makeup or accessories at the Magic Tower. So, Alona had no makeup of her own. Although she knew how to use it. Her many siblings were buzzing socialites. Alot of her sisters used makeup and went "out on the town" often. They loved sleeping around and being "Thumpers".

That's what they called Bunny's that went around with other species for fun. You can only get pregnant by your own kind, so why wouldn't they?

Alot of older Rabbits from the Grove disapproved of such behavior. But the Leaders of The Mammal Alliance loved it, thinking of it as more population control. They didn't have the saying, "Breeding like Rabbits." For no reason Afterall.

Alona's mother had carried two litters with her father. The first was six. Her older siblings. And the second litter had been five. Seven girls and four boys. It was a huge family. And when Alona was claimed as a Witch; they didn't bat an eye. One less child to feed and worry about.

Not that they didn't love her. It was an Honor to Birth the Witch. But Alona would be lying If she said they weren't estranged from her.

She didn't think they necessarily feared her. But they didn't understand her. Neither did her siblings. But from time to time, they would visit her at the Tower and tell her all sorts of stories. And her mother and father always welcomed her when she visited.

But she knew she wasn't like them. This Rabbit wasn't like any other animal. And when Tearsay died she came to know what it felt like, to be utterly alone.

Awakening to magic all by herself? It was excruciatingly painful. She gasped and screamed for hours. Her body convulsing and writhing in agony.

The director and the guards had no idea how to stabilize her mana. Or what was even happening.

Her body was on fire, all her bones felt broken, and she dragged herself out of the bed and into the Covens Inner Sanctum, where only Witches were allowed. Blood trailed behind her in sticky red pools. The shape of her body dragged through it, all along the corridor.

The Rabbit could feel herself slowly dying. Darkness closing in all around her.

She was blind, and her body moved about in that terrible half dead way, jolting and jerking, barely capable of holding herself up. Her hands slapping the ground as she felt around for what she needed. Barely hanging on.

Her head was screaming at her, to throw herself into the silver pool at the center of the room. A drum barrel size, in the very eye of the round chambers.

Finding the lip of the small pool She felt her brain scramble in a rush, so close to what she desperately needed. The girl heaved herself into it with all the effort left in her broken body.

She fell in, splashing and thudding into the basin.

The Witch felt her heart stop.

Her breathing ceased.
floating there, suspended, for what seemed like forever.

She died. That silver liquid swirling all around her.

It was so quiet. So empty. Everything was so still.

Then she felt a rush of light all around her. And so many gentle hands holding her up. She could feel them. All of them. Her mothers. Her sisters. Her Ancestors. The entirety of it all. A surge of power exploded through her chest violently.