The Swamp Witches
By Abigail Fero
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Left by parents she can't remember, Maga is given to the swamp witch to live a life of isolation. But when she finds her familiar, a boy named Doxin, she accepts her fate and works to control her own future amidst the complications of living in a swamp infested with zombies.
Abigail Fero
I've always been a reader and now it's my turn to be a writer. The only thing that binds my work together is a love of the unreal and the impossible.In between struggling to make my word quota each day, I enjoy procrastinating on the internet. So endless... so easy!My short attention span leads to more short works but you'll find everything from tiny stories to proper novels and I hope that you'll enjoy some.
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The Swamp Witches - Abigail Fero
The Swamp Witches
By Abigail Fero
Copyright 2012 Abigail Fero
Published by Black Shire Publishing
Cover Photography by Emily Ann
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Table of Contents
Part I: Welcome to the Swamp
Part II: Swamp Familiars
Part III: Alone in the Swamp
Part IV: The Pick of the Swamp
Part V: The Swamp Witch
Excerpt: A Swamp of Bones
Welcome to the Swamp
Grandma stood at the threshold of her front door. Her white hair was bundled haphazardly on top of her head, pinned in place with several bone combs. The layers she wore hid her body and swathed her from head to toe in various neutral shades. Her mismatched eyes stared out at the vegetation that hedged her in. She waited.
They were only minutes away. The swamp knew their every move and she could feel their worries and fears and the little girl’s confusion. She knew when they hesitated outside the clearing that surrounded her house. The overgrowth looked impenetrable but Grandma only allowed them to wait a moment before she reached out with her power and pulled the hedge back, just enough to show them which direction they needed to go.
She didn’t even have to move. She could do everything from her front porch, the land so steeped in her presence that it forgot how to act without her direction. Visitors were rare but she knew that these ones were special; they came to give instead of take.
Their bobbing heads were the first things she saw. Both the mother and father had tangles of brown hair, struggling to hide pale, drawn faces. The little girl was the last, holding both her parents’ hands, her eyes darting back and forth between them anxiously.
The mother looked relieved when she saw Grandma standing, waiting. The woman didn’t hesitate but rushed the other two up the stairs to stop in front of the older woman. Grandma’s mussed hair did nothing to hide her face and the burning eyes in it.
The girl squeaked when she saw the watery blue eye and its mismatched pair, a tiny, beetle-black eye. The skin around it was shiny, white and scarred. The pupil was indistinguishable from the iris and the small girl couldn’t look away. Neither could the parents.
‘Grandma…’ the mother started, unsure what to say or how to finish. She glanced down at her child, frowning as if just realizing the girl was still with her.
Taking pity, Grandma interrupted, ‘come inside.’
The three visitors were glad to do so, crossing the threshold into the main room in the first house. Grandma’s house was made of three buildings, shacks that leaned against each other, propping each other up. Two of the buildings were empty, waiting. Grandma lived in only one of the buildings where she had her bedroom, workshop and living room. Only her living room was open to visitors.
The house was decorated with bones and Grandma could see her visitors’ minds working, trying to decide if they were human or not. Though few people celebrated a zombie kill by keeping a memento, it wasn’t unheard of. As a witch of the swamp, there were certain expectations she was held to.
‘Take a seat,’ Grandma said, ushering them closer to the fireplace. There were two wooden chairs and a stool. The girl took the stool without a thought and Grandma nodded her approval.
‘Actually…’ the mother started.
‘Maybe it would be best if Maga played outside,’ the father finished.
Maga looked simultaneously delighted and terrified by the prospect. Children in the swamp did not play outside. It was hardly safe and though many of the children grew up knowing how to defend themselves, it was impossible to know of zombie swarms in advance.
‘Don’t worry,’ Grandma said to the child, ‘it’s perfectly safe in the clearing. The heads can’t get in.’
Maga still didn’t look reassured and Grandma couldn’t blame her. The old woman had seen her own reflection and it wasn’t a particularly comforting image. Only when both the mother and father nodded their blessing did the girl get up and go outside, though not without a few wary glances over her shoulder.
Grandma turned to the parents. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited. They both sighed and looked at each other. It was unusual to see a strong family unit in the swamp. Ties tended to be ephemeral, short-lived.
‘How can I help?’ Grandma asked.
‘We’ve heard…’ the father said.
‘We’ve heard that you’ve been looking for a…a…’ the mother tried to finish. ‘An apprentice.’
The man and woman looked relieved to have gotten it out. Grandma sat down on the stool and leaned closer to the pair in front of her, a low-lying fire at her back. She’d kept it burning in anticipation of their visit.
‘An apprentice, you say?’ Grandma mused aloud. It was true, though apprentice wasn’t quite the word she would have used. She was looking for someone special, someone with talent, someone with destiny.
‘Yes, an apprentice,’ the father gushed, glad to have found what he was trying to say.
‘And you think…?’ Grandma asked, letting them fill in the blanks. She was having to do far more work than she’d anticipated in this conversation.
‘We think Maga’s the one for you,’ the girl’s mother said. Her eyes were shining with sincerity and unshed tears.
‘What makes you think that?’
‘She…she talks to animals and she isn’t like the other children in our camp-’
‘Do the animals talk back?’ Grandma cut the father off before he could ramble any more about how precious, different and special his little girl was.
‘What?’ The question confused both the parents and they looked at each other in bewilderment.
‘Do they answer her when she talks to them?’ Grandma asked again, patiently.
‘No- I don’t think…she’s never…’ the mother stumbled through an answer.
‘Why?’ the father asked.
‘It’s one thing for a child to talk to wild animals, it’s quite something else for the animals to respond.’
‘Oh.’
‘Why do you want to give her to me?’ Grandma asked, turning to the important question. Their answer might dictate whether or not she seriously considered the child.
‘Give her-?’
‘If she was to become my apprentice, she would live here with me. You wouldn’t see her again. Once you left, she would forget all about you.’
There was silence. The fire crackled, puffing a stream of smoke into the room. Grandma said nothing as she waited for a response.
‘I … thought about it,’ the mother broke the silence ‘I know we wouldn’t be part of each other’s lives anymore.’
‘So?’ Grandma asked. That didn’t answer her question. There was nothing in it for them. She offered no reward, no payment. It was difficult enough for children to be left by their parents, let alone to have been sold.
‘It’s not safe…out there,’ the father answered. ‘We aren’t from here.’
Few people were originally from the swamp. Most were immigrants, running for the safest place the world had to offer. The walking bodies were unable to penetrate the marshy land and while flying heads swarmed the swamp, they were preferable. Though they were deadly, the flying zombie heads were also stupid and one could survive with some quality of life if they adjusted to the swamp, and to killing, fast enough.
‘She would be safe with you. She’d learn…how to be safe,’ the father ended lamely. His wife nodded and reached out to clutch his hand.
There was a squawk from outside. Grandma sat up. It wasn’t just any bird and she left the parents sitting in their chairs. The door took little effort to open, despite not fitting its frame.
Grandma whistled sharply, her black eye searching the air in the clearing and the leaves hanging on the trees. Maga was nowhere to be found but the little girl wasn’t who she sought. The bird