Soul Forgiven Witch

Broken Curse

                                           ~7~
         Allianna and Osiris follow the older witch into her boutique, anxious thoughts filling the air . She grabs some bottles, 2 candles and climbs a ladder to the second floor. She then recites something in the white witch tongue and a box forms in front of her . She opens it with flourish and grabs out a pendant that begins to hum softly. So softly only a person of their nature would be able to tell . She climbs back down and walks to a counter, motioning for them to follow.

          "Wolfboy, what did you get yourself into for this form to be taken?" She says with a slight chuckle.
         
           Osiris sheepishly bows his head while looking at his new friend. Anamora gives him a knowing smile and pats his head . She turns to her cauldron and starts placing things into it from the unlabeled bottles. 

          "Allianna dear would you mind giving me a hand with some of this? Things like curses always lift better with two."

         Allianna moves to her side and feels the energy in the room change. A comfortable feeling washes over the closer to Anamora she gets. The slight buzz in the air dials down and she grabs the pendant dipping it into the cauldron to let it soak up what Anamora is mixing. The liquid starts turning a pure white and Anamora nods her head with determination. Finally she stops and turns towards the wolf, and with a quick snap of her fingers he is sound asleep. Allianna jolts at the suddenness then nods her head in understanding. From smelling what Anamora had brewed this will be very painful for him if he is awake. Curses must always take, one way or another they will never simply give. 

        Withdrawing the pendant from the cauldron both witches stand above the sleeping wolf and lock eyes with one another. Each witch holds a side of the pendant, eyes rolling into the back of their heads, feet levitating off of the ground and hair snaking around them as if subjected to electricity. Anamora didn't have to even think about telling Allianba what the chant was, on this, their mind simply connected and the process began. 

       Osiris's body began to buck and snap against the hard wood floor. Every bone coming together and rebreaking. Some began to filter from his body as it began to shift from the floor.  Black seeped into the floor and plunged against the walls . It felt like forever to Allianna, hearing her friend go through something so physically traumatic. In reality it was simply minutes. 

       Both women thrust their arms into the air screaming their last syllable forcing Osiris's body to slam back to the floor. Everything was quiet and the smoke began to clear.  The form that lay on the floor no longer shake like a wolf, but a man. Anamora blows wake up dust acrossed his body gently as to not disturb him otherwise. His felt carved out tattoo on his ribs pulsing from what just took place. 

       Allianna felt herself holding her breath, knowing how hard and tiring that kind of work can be. Some people don't make it. A hum began to slither throughout the shop.

      Yellow eyes snapped open staring at the two witches before him. 

                                           ~7~