To Ilaris, In Desperation
By Amanda Ross
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Mercury's journey continues in this action-packed sequel to To Astera, With Love.
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To Ilaris, In Desperation - Amanda Ross
The Girls Are Fighting: A Recap of This Year’s Astera
By Valeria LeFebre
Senior Editor, Jonquil
Now that we’ve all come down from our collective Astera hangovers, it’s time to talk about the elephant in the room: how Witchkind’s most important event went from a boozy brunch to a witch versus vampire brawl in a matter of minutes.
Like many of you, I’ve seen the fight clips everywhere from TikTok to The Shade Room. I saw 21-year-old Mercury Amell, the relative of two prominent Council members, throw down in a battle against vampires. Amell even went so far as to use powers that aren’t inherently his (being an Air Hand, Amell draws his powers from the element of Air, but in the video he can be seen using fire). Also, like many of you, I was unsure about the cause of the brawl. After some digging, I’ve got the full tea on the whole shebang—the five w’s if you will.
First, Amell was a college student at UCLA. He attended a frat party hosted by the notorious Upsilon Gamma Nu (UGN) fraternity (widely known to be the vampire fraternity), and shortly thereafter got into a fight with one of the senior members of the fraternity, a 23-year-old vampire by the name of Conner McGrady. McGrady’s girlfriend, 21-year-old Delanie French, was somehow killed during the fight, prompting Conner and his band of fraternity brothers to chase Amell and his friends—Sloane Salvanera, 21, Ellis Hall, 22, Joelle Whittaker, 21, and Griffin Whittaker, 21—across the country.
By the time the vampires arrived at Astera, they already had a few tussles with the group and had amassed dozens of rando vampire acolytes eager to venture into Witchkind’s most sacred space and wreck some shit. The fight ensued; Amell, his friends, and several other witches, including three Council members, fought and won. O’Brian and several other vampires were killed, as was Councilwoman Effie Hyunh, 41. No criminal charges were brought against the witches, and local police ruled the slaying as self-defense.
Though this battle royale was the talk of the town, it wasn’t the only thing to happen at Astera. Head of Council Oliana Murtaza signed a peace treaty with vampire President Harvey Vael, known as The Corvius Accord. The treaty ensures a plot of developable land called Kinheld for witches to use as they see fit. In exchange, The Witches’ Council has agreed to back some of Vael’s current initiatives including the Identity Act, a law that requires witches to wear dog tags to identify themselves as such.
Some see Kinheld as a chance for American witches to escape the disenfranchisement suffered under Vael’s presidency and start anew. Some see it as the equivalent of separate but [sort of] equal
. The most prominent opponent of Kinheld is none other than Amell himself. He has already led one protest against Kinheld, perching outside of the Council Building with his merry band of Made witches and any other witch who would join them for the better part of an afternoon. According to my sources, he has more protests planned over the coming months in an attempt to drum up support for the anti-Kinheld movement. Though it’s not totally clear what Amell will do with that support, you know you’ll get the true tea here.
Now I would be remiss if I didn’t take a moment to discuss our fallen colleague, Freddie Karr, on the two-month anniversary of his death. Karr was my mentor, and losing him felt like losing a brother. We here at Jonquil have been keeping up with the police investigation into his death, though we fear that the Oakland PD have let the case go cold. You can access the GoFundMe set up for Karr’s husband, Marquis, and their children here. To keep up with the case, follow us here and on Twitter.
Finally, I’d like to take a moment to introduce our newest writer—Sloane Salvanera. A close friend of Amell’s, Salvanera was intimately involved in protecting Astera from the vampire invasion. She’s a talented writer with a lot to say, so follow her on Twitter at @SalvaSlo and say hello. As always, take care of yourself and blessed be.
Chapter Heading ImageThe Identity Act
By Valeria LeFebre
Senior Editor, Jonquil
A chain by any other name would doubtfully feel as oppressive as those recently foisted upon witchkind. The Identity Act passed by Congress has taken effect, in what has to be the shortest legal turnaround time in modern history. Now, those who have even a smidge of magical abilities must wear a dog tag with the word Hexe
emblazoned beneath a pentagram, color-coded according to each element. This co-opting of ancient symbols is nothing new—haven’t we been taught that God’s son requires devotion in the form of a pine tree and eggs? Haven’t Christians decided to reinforce the hallow
in Halloween
with tired, milquetoast trunk-or-treats?
We are used to our sacred symbols being used against us, but this time it feels different. More sinister. Perhaps it’s the fact that the cultural zeitgeist has lauded witches for years. Shows like Bewitched, Charmed (both iterations), Sabrina the Teenage Witch, and movies like The Craft, Practical Magic, and the beloved Hocus Pocus had made witchcraft cool. We were Halloween costumes; we were slang for ballsy women; hell, we were even portrayed by American sweetheart Sandra fucking Bullock.
But truth is stranger than fiction, and our truth is that people like the idea of witches but not the reality of witches. We’re only fun if we’re casting spells to get a man or to fight the ultimate villain, but the second you see us teaching your children or cooking your food or sitting next to you in the boardroom, you balk. You decided we are not worthy of protection, and you passed a law that will strip away our livelihood, our dignity, our worth.
Dhampir pundits insist that the Identity Act is necessary. They parrot vague statistics about witches being involved in nearly every major violent crime in 2022 so far, but they don’t bother to mention that their involvement could be and most likely is on the other side of that violence. Like DJ AMA Deus, who still languishes in a backwoods Southern jail for standing up for himself. Like Rita Nash, the schoolteacher who was murdered by one of her students’ fathers in the name of heresy. Like Freddie Karr, who was blamed for his own death by political pundits and Cordelia Edwards, the vampire wanna-be and writer for the Dhampiric rag, The Vanguard.
They say the Identity Act is to protect each citizen, witches included. In reality, it's just the target on our back for regular citizens to exact their one pound of magical flesh with which to blame us for our own demise.
Chapter 1
Ready to get tagged?
Sloane asked.
Mercury groaned, both at his best friend’s bad joke and his longing for a good, strong cup of coffee. It was seven in the morning and the brightness of the sun did little to erase the sleepiness from his eyes. He sat in the middle of a corner booth at Pothead, the new-aged diner a block away from the Iron Bird tattoo parlor, wondering how his friend even had the energy to make such a bad joke. The rest of the group was late, as usual.
When the Identity Act passed, Mercury had known it was only a matter of time before he’d have to get his tags. Just the thought of wearing something that forced him to identify himself on someone else’s terms angered him. He was a proud witch, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be at the mercy of other people’s biases.
Weeks ago, he received a notice in the mail from the Witch Acculturation Services, or the W.A.S.
as it had been dubbed, letting him know he had one month to get his tags or he’d face a fine, jail time, or both. Having watched video footage of witches camped out in front of buildings as if they were waiting for discounted TVs and laptops on Black Friday, Mercury mentally prepared himself to stand in line for hours on his own. His father’s tags already had been procured for him, just like the rest of the Witches’ Council.
He’d been chatting with Sloane, Griffin, Joelle, and Ellis in their group text thread when Griffin mentioned he’d received a letter from the W.A.S, too.
Word?
Mercury responded.
Yeah, came in a day or so ago. What do I do?
One by one, his friends chimed in, letting him know they’d all received the same letter. Letting him know the Identity Act meant to cast a wide net over anyone with any magical abilities and screw them over.
Mercury’s heart had dropped. He could deal with being tagged for being a witch—he was born this way and proud. But he couldn’t help the guilt that snaked its way into his heart. Learning that his friends were now being called to broadcast their abilities to the world? Abilities that they wouldn’t even have if he would’ve skipped out on the party that night? Mercury struggled to shake the thoughts that pervaded his mind. He coordinated a date and time for them to meet, all the while typing and deleting his profuse apologies for the continued disruption of their lives.
So, I guess that’s a no,
Sloane muttered. She slid into the booth beside Mercury and wrapped an arm around him. Her high ponytail brushed against his face as she pulled away.
I’m not talking to you until there’s coffee on the table,
Mercury grumbled.
It had been Sloane’s idea to meet at Pothead beforehand so that they could have breakfast and enjoy themselves before spending hours in line baking in the hot, Southern California sun. Sloane clutched her imaginary pearls then chuckled and waved over a waitress. She ordered their drinks—an iced mocha for her and a latte for him—and swiftly began studying the menu.
Mercury shook his head. Don’t you order like the same thing each time you’re here?
She scoffed.
I could say the same thing about you, Mr. Eggs Benedict,
she teased. Besides, maybe I might branch out today.
Uh huh,
he replied.
He folded his arms and gazed out the window. Ellis jaywalked across the street, hands stuffed into the pockets of an oversized hoodie, a neon pink beanie pulled down almost past his eyebrows. Luckily, he crossed before a red Ford Mustang zoomed by, ignoring the yellow light up ahead. A bell above the door rang as Ellis entered the diner, this time with one hand in his pocket.
‘Sup, Gloria,
Ellis said, waving a hand at the manager of the cafe who’d hired him on as a busboy a month ago. At first, he’d tried to be discreet about getting a job; he’d spent most of his life having enough money to buy anything he wanted that he never thought he’d ever have to worry about it. When he returned from Astera, however, his parents cut him off. No longer was he driving a BMW. He now either walked or called an Uber, refusing to take the bus.
It’s too early for this shit,
Ellis groaned. He slid into the booth next to Sloane just as Gloria set their coffees down on the table.
Mercury smiled at her and took a long sip of coffee. Already he could feel himself waking up.
You’re late,
Mercury said, his fingers still wrapped around his cup.
Ellis scoffed.
Don’t you have to get up early as fuck to start working here?
Mercury questioned.
Yes, but today’s my day off. And on those days, I don’t like to get out of bed before noon.
That’s probably why you’re so tired all the time, son,
Gloria said. If you kept your sleep schedule tight, your body would adjust.
Ellis groaned again. I know, I know. Gloria, could you hook me up with one of your world-famous hazelnut cappuccinos?
Gloria nodded and walked away.
Sloane blinked repeatedly. Wait, how come you didn’t tell me she makes hazelnut cappuccinos?
Because you didn’t ask, Slo.
Ellis smirked and Sloane flipped him off. Mercury rolled his eyes at his friends’ flirtation.
Minutes later, Gloria set Ellis’ drink down and asked if they were ready to order. Sloane let her know they were waiting on two other people to join them.
Mercury looked at his phone.
7:15.
He wondered what was keeping them, deciding to give them a few extra minutes after unlocking his phone then locking it again.
Did you sleep okay?
Sloane asked Ellis.
He shrugged before cupping his coffee in his hands. He moaned as he gripped the cup and slurped the warm liquid.
What about you, Merc?
Sloane asked.
Mercury shrugged. He downed another sip of his latte, avoiding his friend’s gaze.
Still having those nightmares?
Sloane asked, just above a whisper.
He paused while licking the foam residue from his lips. He’d been having nightmares about Delanie since they came back from Astera. Each night he woke up with his sheets soaked, barely being able to return to sleep for fear of what would play out behind his eyes.
I killed somebody, he thought. The thought made him shiver. Sloane reached out and grabbed his hand.
I think I’m going to be dealing with them for a very long time,
he replied.
Both Sloane and Ellis nodded.
I’m here for you whenever you need to talk,
Sloane said.
Me too, Merc,
Ellis added.
Mercury nodded, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He didn’t want to focus on his trauma, at least not over breakfast.
So, what’re you going to order?
he asked, pulling away from Sloane’s grasp.
They looked up as the bell above the door jangled.
Griffin and Joelle stepped inside the restaurant, both wearing workout clothes and sunglasses. They walked at a snail’s pace with their heads tilted down. To Mercury, they both looked hungover.
Hey,
Mercury uttered as the twins slid into the booth. Joelle grumbled and pulled the hood of her bright blue hoodie over her head. Griffin nodded, crossing his arms over himself.
You two alright over there?
Sloane asked.
Hungover,
Griffin said.
Joelle groaned again.
Ah. That’s why you look like death,
Ellis teased.
Joelle flipped him off.
That’s two in one morning. Seems like I’m on a roll.
Ellis winked at Sloane.
Mercury shook his head then focused on the twins. Hungover? Did you two solo-cup it in your dorm or something?
Nah. We went to a dorm party,
Griffin explained. He pulled his glasses off and rubbed his eyes.
There was a pang in Mercury’s stomach. He missed dorm parties; hell, he missed parties in general. The last party he’d been to was the one at Astera. They’d returned to Los Angeles the Monday after Astera concluded with so much to process in such little time.
He tried to go back to school and conduct himself as though he hadn’t gone on a two-thousand-mile road trip from hell with a group of friends to whom he’d given illegal magic tattoos. After a few weeks, however, Mercury realized none of it mattered to him. He didn’t care about studying Dostoyevsky or learning music theory. He already read much better authors on his own, ones whose stories he could relate to more than some 180-year-old white man. And he didn’t need some former-‘90s-grunge band member with a thinning ponytail, a striped bowling shirt, and a soul patch to teach him about music theory. He’d been playing the drums, piano, and guitar for years.
More importantly, Mercury couldn’t stand by and watch as his father struggled with the Iron Bird. Construction began a few weeks after they’d returned. Though his father had the opportunity to move, he chose to stay and use his renter’s insurance and a little help from the Witches’ Council to rebuild the only home he’d ever owned, to rebuild the last place he lived with his brother, Troian, before his murder. They opted for hotel living in the meantime even though Mercury had already had his fair share of it on the road.
Though the tattoo parlor and their apartment above it were now completely restored and they had a place to live again, his father needed another tattoo artist. Mercury dropped out of school with a clear conscience, knowing that helping his father was the right move and knowing that whatever he wanted to do in life he could do without the help of a college degree.
Yet still, he found himself wishing he’d been invited to a dorm party.
Oh, was it cool?
Mercury asked, trying not to sound too interested. He picked up his cup and realized he had finished his latte already. He sighed.
It was fun,
Joelle said.
As fun as any party full of straights could be,
Griffin quipped.
Mercury chuckled, glad to hear that it wasn’t the best time they’d had.
Whatever.
Joelle snapped. I had a good time.
Who threw the party?
Ellis asked.
You probably don’t know them,
Joelle remarked.
Ellis leaned forward. "Honey, I was at UCLA a lot longer than you. I’m sure I’ve at least heard of them."
Joelle rolled her eyes. Kelsey Chambers.
Ha. She’s still throwing ragers I see,
Ellis said, leaning back against the booth. Merc, remember that time we went to her party and her roommate almost rode their bike through the sliding glass door?
Mercury chuckled. Yeah. That was fun,
he recalled. I miss those types of parties.
Well, if you hadn’t dropped out, you’d still be able to go,
Joelle retorted.
The group quieted and looked at her. Mercury’s heartbeat quickened.
Damn, the shade,
Sloane said.
Griffin side-eyed his sister.
What? I mean, it’s true.
I’m gonna flag down the waitress to get us some coffee and food. Maybe then you won’t be such a Petty LaBelle.
Joelle grunted and pulled out her phone.
I’ve got to hit the restroom. Order for me?
Joelle asked, turning toward Griffin and placing her phone on the table. When he nodded, she darted toward the back of the restaurant.
Just forget about her,
Griffin said to Mercury when Joelle was out of earshot.
Mercury looked over at him. His gold-rimmed glasses glistened in the morning light. His dreads, which were now dyed blue at the ends, were coiled on top of his head in a bun. Without thinking, Mercury put his arm around his friend in a hug. Griffin’s long arm reached around him and squeezed him briefly.
Was it that obvious that it got to me?
Mercury asked.
Griffin shrugged. She’s been on one lately. When we came back, she dove right into schoolwork and tried to find a sense of normal. I think she was kind of projecting. She was bummed that you dropped out, a little sad that Ellis did, and now—
"Wait, she was sad that I dropped out of college? Me?" Ellis asked.
Well, you were one of the only people she knew on campus,
Griffin shrugged.
Damn, I didn’t think I’d be missed. It feels, kinda, sorta, right,
Ellis said.
Sloane glowered at him and pushed him.
Goofy,
she said.
Mercury shook his head then shifted his attention to Griffin. What were you saying?
Well, she’s tense about drop out shit because I told her last night I was thinking of dropping out, too.
Mercury scowled then gawked at Griffin. Really? Why?
Griffin tilted his head to the side, his dreaded bun slightly lopsided. I just don’t know if I’m feeling it. I started with engineering because that’s what I thought would make my dad happy. And I liked it because I liked solving problems. But after the shit that went down at Astera, it just didn’t feel like me. So, I’m either going to change my major or drop out.
Shock covered Mercury’s face as his body tensed. He hadn’t realized that their journey at Astera would have this much of a ripple effect on his friends’ lives. No wonder Joelle’s petty this morning, he thought.
So, when’re you going to make a decision?
he asked.
I told Joelle I’d stick it out for another two weeks. That gets me to the end of the semester and after finals, if I still feel this way, I’ll drop over summer so it’s a clean break.
Well, I support you whatever you decide,
Mercury offered.
Thank you,
Griffin uttered, choking back the emotions seeping into his throat.
Gloria returned and took their orders, a mixture of savory and sweet breakfast entrees. Once they handed her the menus, Sloane turned the conversation back to the tags.
How long do you think it’ll take to get them?
Sloane inquired.
Mercury shrugged. Joelle returned to the booth and slid in, her dark coils now in a large bun atop her head.
You two really are twins, huh,
Ellis asked.
Ignoring Ellis’ comment, Joelle picked up her phone.
You okay, girl?
Sloane asked.
Joelle nodded and gestured at them to keep talking.
Did your dad already go and get his tags?
Griffin asked.
Nah. He was lucky. The whole Council got theirs at their last council meeting, since they also have a tag that signifies they are on the Council.
Sweet treatment,
Joelle added.
Yeah. Even Faegan was spared the fate of having to go to the W.A.S.
As Mercury fixed his gaze on Joelle, she turned toward the group.
I was surprised that we had to go get them. I mean, I didn’t think we qualified as witches,
she said.
It was a special little loophole Vael added into the bill,
Sloane explained. He wanted anyone who even thought about adding a little magic to their tank to know there’d be consequences.
"Come on, 60 Minutes," Griffin said, hyping up his friend.
Sloane smiled bashfully.
What is this Witch Acculturation Services place, anyway? Have you ever been there?
Ellis asked.
Mercury shook his head. It’s a whole new division that Vael put in place. We’ll all be finding out what fresh hell is in store for us together.
They all traded looks in silence until Gloria returned with their food.
Alright, guys. I’ve got your orders here. Who ordered the Eggs Benedict?
Chapter 2
An hour later, the group pulled up to a squat, white building. Black signage with the name Witch Acculturation Services
plastered the front. The white paint was so crisp and the landscaping around the building so expertly manicured that it made Mercury’s stomach clench. This place felt so sterile, and he wondered once again what awaited them inside. It was only eight thirty but already a line snaked along the side of the building.
As they walked to the end of the line, Mercury waved at a few witches he recognized. They each returned his gesture with a wave and a smile.
How long do you think this’ll take?
Ellis asked, looking at his phone.
Why, you got someplace else to be today?
Sloane questioned.
Ellis tipped his head and pursed his lips. I feel like I’m at the goddamn DMV already.
Yeah, same. Why does bureaucracy always take for fucking ever?
Joelle added.
Annoyance bubbled in Mercury’s belly. If they’d been on time, they might have gotten to the W.A.S. before every other witch in town. They wouldn’t be standing at the end of a line at least 100 people