Lenore Bossard-Love in decaying hearts

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There once was a woman named Lenore Bossard, a woman who was descended from witches and enjoyed using her magic to bring light to her seven year old daughter’s eyes, Edalyn Bossard.

The town she lived in was one she moved into on her honeymoon with her husband, Wesley Bossard, a space of land that only had apple blossom trees. It was not a town until they made it a town, and Lenore decided to call it “Apple Blossom Lane”, named for all the apple blossoms that grew in every which way.

For years, the Bossard family lived happily and contentedly in their own little town, Lenore teaching Edalyn new tricks with her magic and loving Wesley for accepting both her and Edalyn as the witches that they were. Lenore loved her family and deeply hoped that they would only experience the best for most of their lives, that nothing terrible would ever befall them.

But Lenore and Edalyn sometimes practiced their magic in the open, magic that, for most of the time, was beams of pale pink and lavender purple light that made the apple blossoms grow faster and made the hummingbirds appear from their hiding places. It was the kind of magic that made people smile, the kind that people wanted to see.

That was for the most part, though. There were times that Lenore and Edalyn killed animals and killed off a small percentage of the town’s crops, all on purpose. They citizens did not understand why they would do such a thing when they were kind and caring most of the time, but Lenore said it was because she wanted to teach Edalyn and the town that things in life would die and that to constantly bring life and only the good things, everyone would lose the ability to truly feel as humans should have. Lenore and Edalyn never killed too much of the animals or crops and they would always bring them back after three days.

Nevertheless, many of the townspeople did not like that a witch had founded their town and that witches were out killing plants and animals, especially Wesley, who thought that Lenore could teach Edalyn that the world wasn’t all daisies and rainbows in a “nicer way”, but Lenore would always argue that she had to teach Edalyn “hands-on” or else she wouldn’t be prepared for the horrors of the world properly.

Wesley was beginning to see Lenore as something of a monster, bringing about death when there were supposedly better ways to deal with things, Lenore hoped dearly that her witchiness wouldn’t scare him off, and Edalyn was frustrated that Wesley could not understand from their side, because she saw the discontent from her parents as stupid and just wanted them to agree like they usually did.

It was one clear, crisp day where the sunlight glistened on the apple blossoms and a cool, soft, caressing breeze blew throughout the whole town that Lenore thought it would be perfect weather to bring Edalyn outside and so she opened the door and-

Wesley and the town stood outside, waiting for her with grim eyes. She felt the fear crawl up in her body as she asked him “Why?”, but he only grabbed her and held her tight, telling her that he was blind for a long time until he began to see things for what they really were.

A part of her wanted to break him apart with her powers, but an even bigger part of her wanted to reason with him, to get him to see that what he was doing was wrong, to plead with him to stop. After all, he was still her husband, and she still remembered him as the boy who saw her for her beauty, who made her laugh when she was down, the boy she had first met.

Surely, adulthood couldn’t have changed him entirely? Certainly, a love such as theirs, a love that was flickering throughout the threads of life since adolescence wouldn’t burn away, right? Lenore knew that Wesley had his doubts, but she still loved him and loving someone meant not giving up on them.

She pleaded with him, she pleaded with the town, all with tears in her eyes, but Wesley held tight, and tied her to a tall wooden pole.

Lenore was so tightly bound with ropes that she could not use her hands to let her powers course out, so much so that she could only feel her circulation being severed away from her, her focus on letting her powers out and the faces of the townspeople had grown hazy, disconnected from her. She screamed, but her own voice didn’t quite sound like hers and the crackle of flames had blazed in her ears and burned through her flesh, making her screams louder and louder and-

But they were not as loud as Edalyn’s, who had followed Lenore and tried her best to come up with a spell powerful enough to kill Wesley and the townspeople, yet could not dream up of such a spell and was burned on a wooden stake shortly after Lenore, for Wesley had begun to see Edalyn as “another monster in the making, too far gone to be saved”.

For all the times Lenore tried to prepare Edalyn for the worst, nothing could prepare the child for the bitter, overwhelming smell of her own flesh and blood melting away with the autumn-colored flash of flames from nothing more than ordinary, frightened humans.