I grabbed Ica as her eyes turned bright blue, then snapped shut. "Ica, stop! Don't do this again..." My last word trailed off, seeing that Ica had already plunged in. I put a soundproof spell on the tent. Ica's mouth twitched in what might have been a smile, then fell into a deep frown.
"This was a bad idea."I shook my head.
"No, you asshole, it wasn't! It held a simple transformation serum and that is ALL!" Ica screamed.
"Ica, you're in a memory. this isn't really happeni-" I was interrupted by Ica's yelling again.
"Oh my gosh, you idiot, you freaking, freaking, idiot! Shut. The turci. Up!!!!"
I began to wonder if this was one of Ica's pranks.
"Did you guys poison me, cause I think I'm seeing things..."Gerald groaned. I instinctively rushed to him, but then pulled back. What was I thinking?
"You go, Ger. Also. Not poison. TRANSFORMATION FOR GOODNESS SAKES. IT TRANSFORMS YOU INTO A FREAKING BUTTERFLY. THAT'S. NOT. DANGEROUS!" Ica yelled
" You're turning me into a BUTTERFLY??"Gerald shouted.
"Good thing I put the sound proofing on here." I muttered. "Now wake up you flipping baka or I'll have to get rid of your kelpies." I knew if there was one thing that could wake Ica up was that but, alas, mind reading doesn't work that way.
"Hardly kelpie quality," Ica sniffed. The Ica I know would never say that.
"Shut up." I said. "Your face is a baka."
"Your face is a turd," Ica said matter-of-factly.
Ica opened her eyes, and they returned to brown.
YOU ARE READING
Witches
FantasyIca is one of the few "dangerous" witches living in the country. When one of her potions is used to assassinate the King, she, her twin brother Gerald, and their friend Bella are thrown into a web of intrigue and mystery that dates back centuries.
