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Response to prompt 001

Content warning: bodily harm / horror, death (by fire), gore, asphyxiation

Saskia had awoken in a sweat, gasping for air, trying to breathe again as if she hadn't been dreaming at all, coughing just to make sure it was exactly that; just a dream.

It's funny how you never remember the start of dreams, only ever the middle and the end. The middle is never bad, it serves to build up tension, your mind's way of tricking you into believing this is just another dream; much like how horror movies seem so wholesome in the first act.

Saskia was sitting on a log in what seemed to be a forest in the autumn, a campfire cozily lit with friends surrounding it. Sticks with marshmallows and empty beer cans littered the area as music played from a car not too far off, it's door open. There is laughter and chatter, the sound of disposable cameras clicking and the occasional shutter of a polaroid.

A peaceful moment can't last in a horror movie, nor can it last in what was about to be a nightmare. The moment Saskia noticed the sparks of fire it was too late, she felt paralysed, unable to wake up from what was soon to transpire. Was it that someone accidentally kicked one of the sticks from the campfire that started it? Or was it Saskia themselves that did it? It wouldn't have been the first time she accidentally caused something to happen.

All they knew was that it spread fast with the help of spilled booze and lighter fluids that were everywhere thanks to the many drunken fools, the same fools that were now running around screaming as they attempted to flee the onslaught of flame that surrounded them. It was futile, like lambs trying to escape the slaughter house, they trampled around desperately trying to outrun the fire. Saskia became more desperate to wake from the scene playing behind her eyes as the audio overtook them. The sound of screams, of bones breaking beneath feet, of the panicked coughing from smoke inhalation.

Through it all, she remained untouched. Not a single lick of flames touched her, not a single person pushed past her. The smoke, however, they could smell it. Saskia felt her lungs fill with black smog as she stayed glued to her seat, coughing and gasping for air. That's how she woke up.

The tears came after, the sobs of witnessing such a horrible scene that came from her own head; what they were led to believe anyway. Then came the little voice of her own subconscious or something else that whispered "it's your fault, it's your fault."

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Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Saskia Harmon, the 35 year old grade school teacher originally from New Orleans, Louisiana. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're attentive  and aloof, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― emilia clarke, bisexual, agender, and they/she.

# basic information.

full  name:  saskia quinn harmon.  nicknames:  kia, sass, sassy.  species:  witch.  date  of  birth:  18th march.  age:  35.  birthplace:  new orleans.  occupation:  grade school teacher with a specialised subject in art.  gender:  agender.  pronouns:  they/she.  orientation:  bisexual.  languages:  english & latin (not fluently, only for spells)  accent:  louisianian / southeastern american

# physical information.

faceclaim:  emilia clarke.  ethnicity:  white.  hair:  brown  eyes:  blue height:  5'1".  signature scent:   uses dior poison but can also smell like mixed herbs and spices.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none.  scars:  none.   clothing  style:  prefers denims, dark clothing, anything to help them blend in.

# personality.

label:   the hurricane.   mbti:   infp.   enneagram:   9w8 ; the advisor.   element:   water.   star   sign:   pisces.   temperament:   choleric sanguine.  character   inspirations:   misty day (ahs coven), freya mikaelson (the originals), icy (winx club), lisa minci (genshin impact), jade (honkai: star rail)   deadly   sin:   sloth.   heavenly   virtue: charity.   

  narrative...

Saskia is a descendant witch on her mothers side, though it seemed to have skipped a good couple of generations before they inherited any powers. The last known witch in their family was her great-great-great aunt (sister to her great-great-great-grandmother) who seemingly had no children of her own; which makes sense why so many generations jumped before Saskia; that they know of, at least.

Most of her family hails from across Louisiana but her father and his side of the family come from Mississippi; her mother and father moved to New Orleans for job prospects.

Considered a "late bloomer", Saskia only began to display magical abilities when she was around 17-18. It was a hot summer day and they had forgotten to feed their plants, in an emotional state she seemingly made one of her plants flourish right before her eyes. On another occasion, they accidentally set off a sprinkler by unknowingly manifesting it when thinking of ways to get revenge on their sibling for being annoying.

It was her mother that had noticed the strange happenings and opened up about their family's history of witches. Thankfully, they were a family of hoarders and still had access to her aunt's grimoire and diaries. With them, Saskia became essentially self-taught.

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