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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry.
All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
― Kait Rokowski


The Black Brew

A small shop rises from in between the buildings, the inside is hidden from view by dark purple curtains. A sign hangs overhead, The Black Brew. Another sign hangs in the window, love potion, half price. A tempting promise. You hurry inside, pushing the door open carefully as a bell signals your entry.

Hello, A soft voice carries through the dark shop, the light of a few candles flickers against countless tiny jars lining the shelves. Can I help you? The girl speaking sits at a table at the end of the shop, she's surrounded by candles that cast a golden glow across her blonde head of long, curly hair. Her golden brown eyes impatiently stare you down. Before you can even speak, she cuts you off with a heavy sigh. I do not have time for this.

She dismissively waves her hand around and three jars suddenly float from the shelf towards her. My name is June, and I will be helping you today.

You nod, surprised by her bored demeanor, it makes you wonder what kind of person she is.

There are three types of love potions, she explains. The glowing yellow one is simultaneously the strongest and the weakest, it doesn't make somebody follow you mindlessly or become infatuated with you. It gains you a friend for life. June pauses and then without giving the yellow potion another thought moves on to the next one.

A small picture hangs on the wall above June's desk, two rows of six girls grin at the camera, a stern looking man stands in the corner of the picture, watching. June sits the farthest away from him, the grin on her face looking painfully fake.

The color of a crush is blue, the silver floating through it is harmless. This second potion causes whoever you have a fancy for to temporarily fall in love with you. She roughly shoves the blue potion aside and grabs the third and last bottle, the pink and red hue swirls in a hypnotizing manner. You feel yourself going light in your head just watching it.

This third potion will make whoever you give it to fall in love with you. Forever. She closes her eyes with a sigh, as if she is also affected by the potion. I don't agree with the ethics of it, but hey, for a few gold pieces I will be silent.

Less than a minute later you stand outside The Black Brew with the third love potion in your bag and your feet turned towards the house of the person holding your heart. With the red potion you are determined to get it back.

You don't know what it took to make that potion.

But you will feel it.

Profile

Name Junephi

Nickname June

Birthday June twelfth

Job sorcerers apprentice at the black brew

Personality quiet, cynical, curious, easily annoyed. She can't help but help others out, even if she believes their troubles are their own faults. A strong sense of responsibility for her sisters. Actually quite enjoys the fear she ignites in the townspeople. Hates that she owes the Sorcerer.

Magic specialty potion brewing

Appearance long black hair tied up high, blue eyes, a white and blue simple dress, black boots, a cape that shows she is an apprentice. She looks pretty annoyed most times.

Likes magic, brewing potions, the unknown, customers, sweets

Dislikes nosy people, midnight, the sorcerer, her sisters, betrayal

History Born to ghosts of parents June was quickly discarded, this led to her being found by the Witch who cursed her in trade from her survival. After that she was found by the Sorcerer and taken in as his apprentice. There she meets eleven other girls with the same strange backstories and curses.


Personality chart

⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜ Grumpy
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ Charisma
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜Observant
⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ Patient
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ Empathy
⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ Trust
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ Helpful
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ Affectionate
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜ Vain
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜ Nosy










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Acquintances

Sisters June's eleven sisters are all a pain. The only one June would trust and the only she is able to stand is November.

Darrien A misguided boy that believes he's able to break June's curse.

The Sorcerer The man that saved June and her sisters and gave them a future. June wonders what his hidden agenda is.

Curse

At midnight June ceases to be human. She turns into something horrible and bloodthirsty. Every morning she wakes up without her memories of the past night, only with ripped and bloodied clothes and an aching jaw. Once she turns eighteen this transformation will bleed into the day, and she will lose her humanity. June believes there is nothing that can break her curse and doesn't even see herself as human anymore.



Story

the black brew

Being cursed was tough. Growing up in competition with eleven sister was tougher. Not actual sisters, but sisters in magic and ill fate, sisters in apprenticeship.

Yes, June was always surrounded by magic and people, even if she didn't want to be.

Another customer! A voice yells through the back of the shop where both walls are lined with six beds each. The one who the voice belongs to is poking her head through the door and frowning at another girl on the bed. June, get up. The girl says.

No. The girl sighs, her blonde curls fall in front of her warm brown eyes. The frown is replaced by a patient smile.
November, June says as an argument against the blonde girls unspoken disapproval.

After a moment of silence June stands, her black hair is hurriedly pushed into a ponytail, she scans the room for her apprentice cape and when found on a nearby chair throws it around herself. She gives November a fake excited grin as she pushes past her to the shop where a young boy is staring at the many bottles and potions.
Can I help you? The boy jumps at the sharpness of her voice, but regains himself quickly.

He speak soft but clear, a little hesitant, yet determined. A health potion, please. He holds out a gold piece.

June sighs as she takes the gold piece with a slight bit of guilt, she grabs the same potion she always gives him on Friday and places it in his small, expectant palm. If she hadn't been cursed she'd pour the potion down his mother's throat herself, instead of leaving her to trust the anti-medicine priests while her son buys medicine each week.

He leaves quickly, nearly tumbling out from the shop onto the cold, winter ridden streets. November steps into the front of the shop, December peeks through the curtains behind her, There's no point in selling to him. June says. November and December huff, their minds already occupied with all the bread they can buy with the gold piece.


Time passes slowly when all twelve girls drip into the back room of The Black Brew. Lives of their own, cursed together. June found it somewhat funny. She glanced at the clock and it read ten, with a sigh she rolled off her bed, grabbed her too large and too heavy bag and to the sounds of protest from her sisters she left.
It isn't midnight yet, after all.



the woods

Trees had their own language, June was convinced of it as she passed over the trampled paths deeper into the woods. She always preferred the quiet whispers that seemed to pass on the winds over the loud laughter of the city.

The twilight walks were her favorite part of the day. Morning, noon, twilight, midnight. Those were her days. Always dreading the curse, and she hated it. She couldn't believe there wasn't more, the pictures of far off places the Sorcerer had hanging around the shop, the ingredients from unknown sources. More than The Black Brew, more than her curse.

The trees parted and a lake glittered under the moon. June stood still, for a moment taken aback by it's beauty, the kind of more it seemed to carry, the kind of more she felt herself lacking.

She stepped closer to the lake and kneeled at it's edge. Her reflection stared back at her, the moon overhead. In the murky water her blue eyes seemed to fade to black, her skin and hair blending into the same wave. The reflection wasn't her, it was the lake. A smile curled over her lips, it felt good to not be June.

A branch snapped behind her. Like a scared animal June turned around, hurriedly scanning the tree line, but there was nobody to be seen. Who is there? She called out.

Nobody came out from the tree line, of course. She was still alone at the lake. With a sigh she turned back to her reflection, but it didn't catch her eye, the moon did instead. It was higher in the sky than before.

Midnight.

With a gasp June grabbed her bag and hurried back down the paths, through the woods and the whispering trees, through the loud streets and watchful eyes behind windows until she arrived at the familiar sight of blinded windows and flashing signs. The Black Brew. Before she could even push open the door, her bones grunted and February threw open the door, her face distorted by pain as she pulled June inside.
Idiot, February grumbled as she collapsed on the floor, her back arched and her face turned down to the floor.

June's bones creaked and hysterically moved themselves around her body. She was changing.

Midnight.

Always midnight, the same old routine of twelve girls dancing around their pain, their bones snapping and healing into unnatural positions until they couldn't stand, their jaws breaking open, eyes turned white as snow.

The cursed girls of The Black Brew were monsters, and the Sorcerer watching from the safety of dark corners knew this. Had made them his apprentices exactly because of it.

He sent them out to hunt, in the morning returning with ingredients from unknown sources, heir bones snapping back into their natural place, their voices returning from a growl, their skin turned red with human blood.

The same morning, together with the rising sun they would welcome customers again, the Sorcerer brewing potions from the fresh hunt.

How June hated that Sorcerer.



market

The townsfolk feared June and her sisters. She and November passed through the crowds that parted for them, their arms linked tight as they glanced at the wares.
November stopped suddenly at a the shop of a dressmaker, cooing at a pink fabric. It's so pretty!

June tried to pull her away from the expensive wares, but November stood still, her gloved hands resting on the silk. The fabric lady swallowed visibly, not in agreeance, but too afraid to reprimand the young witches. June stared her down, daring her to say anything, enjoying the discomfort on the old woman's face more than she would have liked to admit. She dismissively threw a gold piece at her, grabbed the pink silk and tugged November along.

June, her favorite sister spoke.

What, do you not want it?

November nodded hurriedly and shut her mouth. Of course she wanted the fabric.

With a smile they hurried on to the baker, who was grinning wide as they entered his shop, his cheery voice bumped against the walls, the display, the windows and the ceiling. Good morning, he greeted them.

June gave him a smile, the most generous she allowed herself to be with the townsfolk, and pointed at a bread. He packed it up for her and patiently waited as she stared down the sweets. After some hesitation she also pointed at a few sweet jam filled cookies. The amused smile on the bakers face didn't go past June, she made a note to herself to give him a unease potion next time he came into the shop for his headaches.

The baker handed her the bags, she gave him another smile, a meaner one this time and left the shop with November in tow. Thank you! Her better half yelled.

The cookies were only leftover crumbles around June's lips when they returned to The Black Drew at afternoon.



the black brew

A harsh, rough voice beated itś way off the walls towards the notes of the cursed sisters, What are the basics of a love potion? Immediately three out of twelve hands shot up.

June sighed as she stared down an over excited January, who's hand was waving in the air, an adoring smile on her face that reminded June of a dog asking it's boss for belly rubs. The Sorcerer pointed at her, allowing January to speak. The heart of a lover, lavender, rose quartz, rose oil, morning dew no older than a day and fresh honey. June's voice rose instead. The three hands slowly lowered back down and the girls met June with a glare. She smiled innocently, November giggled behind her.

Correct. The Sorcerer said, his face hidden behind his hood. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen his eyes, couldn't even recall what they had looked like.

June doubted it mattered. By the time she was eighteen she wouldn't remember being human either.



the woods

The whispers guided her deeper into the woods, promises of calmth and














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Background by Peta
Layout by Sakura Express





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