Quinn's Chronicles

Curse

Iana's incarnate in this life was small. She's infertile, has mental disorders; Her mother took substances, smoked and drank while she was in the womb. Moreover she was fragile, both physically and mentally. She was neglected by her parents and was kept trapped in a strict household. She has only been to a dentist once in her life. Her health diminished to the point that if she had been through anymore malnutrition and starvation that she was going to die. She has lung issues from her father who hit her, who was overlooked by authorities. She was rarely allowed to go play outside growing up, being forced to surrender her devices to her father at night. When I had found her she was with someone that would treat her more like an object than an actual person. Until she met me she hadn't known what it was like to be a human being.

I met her at a bar, tagging along with her lover I knew. I had just moved back in with my mundane family after breaking another lease early due to a chain of unfortunate circumstances. We had locked eyes and sensed something about each other but hadn't spoken much directly. We began to hang out more as groups and sometimes smoked bowls of marijuana on a dark path that used to have train tracks which runs through the suburbs of town. One evening at 2AM we were approached by officers. Despite giving them my name at least half a dozen times, the officer couldn't remember it for the life of him. I was obviously intoxicated but not doing anything wrong besides carrying the big bag of weed they didn't know about. The police left, and I took Iana home, as her lover and us parted ways. Supposedly later that evening they had stopped her lover saying that they were looking for me for an unspecified reason. I shrugged it off, not really caring having nothing done wrong and at worst if I am caught have my marijuana confiscated. I was already far gone from any path the police would patrol anyway.

One evening she appeared to me in a dream. I often find myself a passenger to my dreams, being unable to control them nor see them clearly. In this instance, it was quite a vivid dream. We sat apart from each other in a classroom. The walls had a slight purplish hue. Unexpectedly we kiss; "No, this isn't right," I gain lucidity and the dream becomes more clear. Under the illusion that I was beginning to ascertain control, next thing I know I ordered pizza for the classroom. I woke up questioning the dream. Though imperfect, a sense of control I did have, something I desire to conduct oneiromancy. Strange to have such an oddity occur when I hadn't considered any sort of serious relationship with her at the time. She was with someone else and I wished to be respectful to their bond.

We began to talk more, a lot more. After some time her lover stopped accompanying us to the bar. I would go out at night and she wanted someone to go out with, since her lover never would. There was something about being so close that started to feel forbidden. Hearing of her sadness however, I explained to her that her narrow perception of how things are is not all that is. She was actually quite scared of her future, met with threats when she tried to leave the relationship and hearing awful things about the manner in which he would treat her. One evening when it was getting colder, we were heading back from the bar and we didn't want to go home just yet. I detested being in the presence of my mundane family and she needed the time out and away from hers. I sat on a log next to the water gazing up at the evening sky when she came closer to cuddle into my warmth. We retreated from the waters to a nearby bench. Her complaining of the cold, I leaned in; Unexpectedly, hesitantly, we started to kiss. One thing lead to another.

I had asked if the direction that we were heading in was one that she wanted to go down, despite myself being broken at the soul. She was very kind. She confided in me and I wanted to show her more of the world and of things that she never got to see. I wanted to heal her. I could not bare to watch her suffering anymore at the hands of someone I knew well. With permission to help in any way I can to pry her from the clutches of her undesirable future, the spirit of Jessica was summoned forth again to assist in a scheme. Jessica with her strong psychic power instructed everything that we must do and say. She could read people so deeply that it scared people; remote viewing and predicting the future. She told me of ways to twist and manipulate Iana's lover; Iana had no longer wished to be with the one she was with. We were falling in love, and I kept her a secret from my family for the longest time, believing that there was a time and a place. With her spells and manipulations gathering the information that she did and forcibly revealing Iana's lover's true nature, Jessica gave all of the power to Iana's hands to do what she needed to finally break free.