Sophie’s Spell
Matthew Ryan Fischer
Sophie watched in horror as her husband dropped to one knee. The Necromancer
was too powerful. Darius was doomed, if not now, then by the stone slowly
creeping up his arm and transforming him into a statue. She knew she must act.
The cat circled her legs, staying close, pressing against her.
Sophie knew the cat was special, that it helped to focus her energy. She hoped
it was enough to save her husband’s life. She needed a bit of luck and a something
that might heal his infections. She pulled some ground acorn powder from a pouch
and threw it into the air.
The cat paused to watch and purred in approval.
The dust began to glow and the dead that surrounded her began to
slow their approach.
Sophie ran towards her husband, the cat close behind.
Behind her the gap was closing, the walking dead were waking from
her spell and began to turn to follow her.
Sophie tackled the Necromancer and broke his concentration. She
hoped to buy her husband enough time to regain his strength.
The cat came to his side and began to rub its head against his
body. Color returned to his face. Strength returned to his body. Darius began
to stand.
There were ghosts everywhere, the dead were on their way. Darius
looked to his wife and she looked back. For the first time all night, Sophie
began to feel hope.
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