161. The Spell
The Spell
I had eaten that game
without question,
without thinking
that he could have
poisoned it.
It was fortunate
that over the years
my experiments with herbs
had given me a tolerance
to most poisons.
And now as my vision swam
three distinct voices
broke through my mind.
What was in that game?
I tried to speak.
My words collided
with the other voices.
Why were there other
voices in my head?
Finally I choked out,
my mouth garbled the words
‘What have you done to me?!’
His form loomed before me
as he spoke,
‘Be grateful, I have simply
set you free to do your duty.’
I stumbled back from him,
terror gripping me,
and ran even as my own body
fought me.