Isosae looked at her reflection. Her long, fiery hair was a gift from Belisama, her ma always said that.

Mullein and wormwood were braided. The day was as long as the night.

In this villa, shadow lingered. Her child was lost. The Druid had warned her, "Magic has a price".

Pieces of Isosae dropped. Her body didn't change but her soul was warped in the most terrible way.

An arracht looked back from the mirror. Isosae was shocked. She laughed and laughed until tears blinded her eyes.

Magic had a price. She knew it, but Isosae was willing to pay.

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*Artwork: The Love Potion by Evelyn De Morgan

Prompt: You see yourself but it isn't you. What's happening?