Others knew it for what it was. A witch's curse, sent to punish a town who’d turned their back on her family. Bitter, Clementine Fallston returned to end the sickness infecting towns all over the world. Supernaturals. The witch used her powers for ‘good’ and had utilized a deadly amount of witchcraft in a curse so abhorrent it had purged the entire town of any supernatural presence.
Two witch covens, one pack of wolves, two vampire houses...and every lone creature who walked the wave ridden oceanside to the thick vegetation of forestry on the west...had fallen victim. Like a forest burned to the ground, the town of Windward Cove had been taken to its knees. Seemingly, abandoned and empty of a good amount of its population, the town turned sleepy. Nothing significant happened, everyone seemed to go about life in a form of shell shock that had no clear ending insight.
Leave town? Some did, others were too poor, to attached, or just to damn stubborn to give up on the dying town.
Perhaps it was those stubborn souls that drew in the interest, shining bright beacons of hope in a pool of inky despair. The Courts of the Fae nations looked upon Windward Cove with pity or curiosity, depending on who you asked. No place was as ripe for change as this place here. With a thriving sea on the east side and a lush forest on the west, the Fae saw potential where the rest of the world saw darkness.
It was three years since the devastating plague/curse had taken its toll, but something in the air changed. Life began to grow, a small smile here, a soft hum of music, a picture drawn and hung just right...and from little seeds of Fae inspiration grew a thriving town, filled with a variety of clubs, dance studios, music halls! Parks filled with poets and productions. Business’ began to thrive and attract attention. People lived again and the dark gloom of death began to rise from over their heads. It was not easy though, there were bouts of relapses into fear. Remnants of the witches spell activated here and there in places she had hidden pockets before dying. The Fae had trouble finding them and had no way of knowing how many existed, and so they did their best to continue to inspire those in the town. Although, some inspiration from the Fae was not all it was cracked up to be, some pushed to far eliciting manic personalities driven to succeed or crumbling under defeat and falling to the use of drugs. Some Fae inspired just to feed off of a human later. As in all things, the Fae were not all good or all bad.
As the town grew, so did interest from other supernatural creatures, drawn in by the Fae magic. Everyone knew if the Fae were involved or interested in a space, that place would flourish for the supernatural races.
So this is where we find our story...in the beginning of a new era, the possibilities endless, despite the towns recent history and threat of hidden spells popping up to claim a life here and there...even the supernaturals could not resist the promise held on the shores of Windward Cove.
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