IkuSaari

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. 

Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. 

The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. 

Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king.

WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading.

discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

Serenica knew she was no match to the ferryman.

She could not negotiate a better deal. She could not beg, bargain or battle her way out of this situation.

She waded into the water, feeling the darkness close in around her.

The psychopomp waved to her with dissonant cheeriness.

She walked further into the waves until she was neck deep.

She dived in, and she felt herself taken from whatever spiritual body she had inhabited during the walk through the twilight land.

This was it, the snake had killed her.

She saw nothing but darkness, and then, not even darkness.

She had no thoughts, no feelings. She was no more.

The vast nothingness that filled every part of the world she had existed in crept into every memory of every thought she had ever had in her head. Not existing – it did not feel much like anything.

Something that was eerily similar to her realized something.

Products of Dying