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The Witch's Solstice Curse - Day 22 #25DaysOfChristmas

By December 21, 2024 , ,

 

Day 22: The Shadows Grow

The town of Thornwick had returned to its daily rhythms, but for Eira, the quiet moments only made the lingering darkness more apparent. The curse, though contained, was still there, like a shadow stretching beneath the surface. The stillness in the air felt fragile, as if one wrong move could shatter the peace and unleash the full force of Evandra’s spirit once again.

Eira couldn’t ignore the faint pulsing of the mark on her skin. It wasn’t painful, but it was always there, a dull throb that reminded her of the connection she could never fully sever. And as the days went on, she began to notice subtle signs around town—things out of place, small disturbances that hinted at a presence lurking just out of sight.

This morning, as she made her way through the town square, Eira felt it more strongly than ever. The sky was overcast, casting Thornwick in a muted gray light, and the air was unnervingly still. The people of Thornwick went about their business, but their movements seemed slower, more cautious, as if they, too, could sense the tension building beneath the surface.

Lucas had stayed behind at the house, still recovering from the toll of the ritual they had performed. Though he hadn’t admitted it, Eira knew he had been affected by the weight of the spell, just as she had. He was trying to stay strong for her, but she could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

As Eira passed by the well, she paused, her breath catching in her throat. The well stood as it always had—silent, unassuming—but today, something felt different. She stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest as she studied the stone structure. The air around it was colder than usual, and there was a faint hum, almost imperceptible, vibrating in the air.

Her fingers grazed the stone, and as soon as she touched it, the mark on her collarbone flared with heat. Eira gasped, jerking her hand back as a sudden rush of dark energy shot through her. The whispers returned, louder now, more urgent, and she stumbled back, her pulse racing.

“Eira...”

The voice was unmistakable—Evandra’s voice, cold and filled with promise. It sent shivers down Eira’s spine, and for a moment, she could feel the witch’s presence as if she were standing right beside her.

She turned sharply, her eyes scanning the square, but there was no one there. The people of Thornwick moved about as if nothing had changed, unaware of the dark presence that had momentarily gripped her.

But Eira knew what she had felt. Evandra wasn’t gone. She was still there, trapped beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to break free.

And Eira wasn’t sure how much longer the binding spell would hold.


The Signs of Return

By the time Eira returned to the house, her mind was racing with thoughts of the well and the growing presence of Evandra’s spirit. She found Lucas in the study, going through the old records they had used to piece together the binding spell. He looked up when she entered, his expression immediately turning to concern when he saw her face.

“What happened?” he asked, standing up quickly.

Eira sank into the chair beside him, her hands trembling as she spoke. “It’s the well. I felt her again, Lucas. She’s still there.”

Lucas’s face darkened, his jaw tightening. “The binding spell should be holding. We did everything right.”

“I know,” Eira said, her voice shaking. “But she’s getting stronger. I could feel her—her presence. The whispers were louder this time.”

Lucas sat down beside her, his eyes filled with worry. “Do you think the spell is breaking?”

Eira shook her head, though she wasn’t entirely sure. “I don’t know. But something is happening. The well feels... different. And the mark—it burned when I touched it.”

Lucas ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. “We’ve done everything we can to keep her contained. But if she’s finding a way to push through, we need to figure out how to stop her before it’s too late.”

Eira leaned back in her chair, her heart heavy with the weight of the truth she had been avoiding. “What if we can’t stop her, Lucas? What if this is all we can do—just delay the inevitable?”

Lucas reached out, taking her hand in his. “We won’t let her win, Eira. Whatever it takes, we’ll keep fighting.”

But Eira wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep fighting. The strain of the curse, the constant fear of Evandra’s return—it was wearing her down, draining her of the strength she had once relied on. And now, with the whispers growing louder, she could feel the darkness creeping closer, threatening to pull her under.


Disturbances in Thornwick

As the day wore on, more strange occurrences began to happen around town. Mrs. Greaves reported seeing a shadowy figure near her house late the previous night. At the bakery, Mrs. Whitmore mentioned that the temperature had dropped suddenly, despite the weather being mild. Other townspeople talked of eerie sounds in the night—footsteps, whispers, things moving in the darkness.

The disturbances were subtle, but they were enough to send a ripple of fear through Thornwick. People began locking their doors earlier, leaving their lights on through the night, and speaking in hushed tones about the strange happenings they couldn’t explain.

Eira’s unease grew with each report. The signs were clear—Evandra’s spirit was trying to break through, reaching out from the well, using the fear of the townspeople to fuel her return. The binding spell was weakening, and it wouldn’t be long before the curse resurfaced in full force.

She and Lucas spent hours combing through the old records, searching for anything that might help them strengthen the spell. But the more they searched, the more hopeless it seemed. Alden’s notes were incomplete, the ritual they had used barely enough to contain Evandra the first time.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the town, Eira felt the familiar tug of the whispers once again. The mark on her skin pulsed faintly, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before the dark energy lurking beneath the well would try to break free once more.


The Calm Before the Storm

That night, Eira and Lucas sat in the living room, the flickering fire casting soft light over the room. The silence between them was heavy, both of them lost in their thoughts, knowing that the calm they had fought so hard to maintain was slowly unraveling.

“I don’t know what else to do,” Eira whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion. “We’ve tried everything.”

Lucas reached out, taking her hand in his. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Eira leaned into him, her heart aching with the weight of the uncertainty that hung over them. “What if this is it, Lucas? What if the curse is too strong this time?”

Lucas’s grip on her hand tightened, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. “We won’t give up. We’ll keep fighting until there’s nothing left to fight for.”

But as the fire crackled softly in the hearth, Eira couldn’t shake the feeling that the battle they had fought was far from over. Evandra’s spirit was growing stronger with each passing day, and the whispers that echoed in her mind were a constant reminder that the curse hadn’t been defeated—only delayed.

And as the night deepened, Eira knew one thing for certain.

The storm was coming.


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