Murder and magnolias

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Enjoy my rendition of our main lead, I was bored on a car ride so here she is.

2027

Peace.

One word is all I crave.

A weightless feeling graces my body as I embrace the silence, letting it envelop me like the hug of someone you once knew intimately.

  The voices were quiet, and I was thankful for that.

Here, time moved slowly, allowing me time to think about my choices and the miserable state that was my life.

Here, the only invective voice was my own. If I could silence myself, I would in a heartbeat.

Suddenly my body convulsed in a twist, gasping for a breath of oxygen only to be met with a lungful of water. My peace was interrupted as my body began to panic over the lack of air. Scrambling, I reluctantly but frantically swam toward the surface of the water.

   When my head broke through the surface, I gasped in water and air. The voices came flooding back into my head. Repetitive whispering was so quiet that you could not distinguish exactly what they were saying. Perhaps they were warnings from the other side. Maybe it is the result of me sleeping centuries in a death-like state. What if I was not alive but stuck in the between? All I know is that the longer I hear them, the closer I am to insanity.

Suddenly the hair on the back of my neck rose.

   A voice spoke, "Nice swim?"

Turning around, I smiled up at the witch at the edge of the pool.

   "Never better" I voiced back to Kat. I glimpsed at what she was wearing. Dressed in an oversized shirt, so big you could not tell if she was even wearing pants and some white leather shoes. Kat's light brown hair was pulled up with a claw clip under her baseball hat. Her unsettling silver eyes, always looking like she could see into your soul, stared at me.

   I quickly climbed out of the pool, wrapping myself with a towel, before turning to face her. The moment I turned she wrapped around me in a hug.

   "What are you doing here?" I laughed, hugging her back. These past four years, she has been here for me. She was the closest thing I had to family in this day in age ever since she found and awoken me.

She grinned before pulling a handful of stones out of thin air.

   "I thought you may want some more of these," she said as she tilted her head. Looking into her hands, I saw the runes. My heart rate increased as I grabbed them. The voices admonishing me louder the closer I got, the moment my hand touched one it went quiet.

   I looked up at her, knowing that those runes were not the only reason she came.
"What are you here for?" I deadpanned, staring at her, there is no reason she would drive from New Orleans to Georgia for something she could just have delivered or teleported. Other witches would because they do not have enough power to teleport items, but Kat is different. She has the potential to be one of the most powerful witches of today, even if she does not realize it. Despite her potential, she lacks the edge she needs, which is not her fault. They just do not make witches like they used to. Being a witch from a different age has its perks. I possess abilities and spells lost to the witches of today. As the last witch of my coven, I possess all the forgotten knowledge of the Chaput coven.

   "Can't put anything past you, huh?" she said, sighing, "I need you to keep a low profile."

"Someone reported to the council an unregistered witch using a lost art."