His Spells - A Hexx To Die For!
He sat atop a wooden table with a set of small jars and candles spread out in an array infront of him.
He had incense sticks in one paw and his other over a row of tarot cards.
They told a story of truth.
He quickly tapped the burning sticks over the five cards before placing them into a holder and tidying said cards into a neat pile, gently placing them further forward and out of the way.
He selected a small jar and placed it before himself, popping off the cork and setting it down to his left.
He then reached into his drawer and pulled out a yellowed slip of paper.
He wrote upon in; etching in with his quill and ink, the name of: ,,Kioko" in cursive, before rolling it up neatly and slipping it into the glass container.
He smiled to himself as he began to retrieve other items he would be filling the little bottle with.
Jalapeño powder; salt; pepper; and freshly squeezed lemon juice coated the slip and filled the jar to our little kitty's delight.
Before closing the hexx, he pulled out a scrapbook and noted down his most recent subject and type of spell.
Then- just as expected- he closed the little jar and sealed it with black candle wax.
He carried it outside and buried it beneath the earth before padding it down with his right paw, grinning at his mischievous act.
Weeks passed and gossip ensued; Kioko hadn't been in for a good while now, and people were starting to get worried- not even his parents knew where on earth he had gotten himself to.
Our little spellcaster gave himself a satisfied smile as he skipped to the woodlands behind the school premises- it was the end of the day already and he just couldn't wait to go there!
Once he arrived, he made sure to visit his little site- tugging at the thick ropes to pull them down from the large branch at his favourite tree, he lowered a familiar name.
He wrapped the rope into a bundle-knot and placed it into his carrier-bag before standing up, about to leave.
He took one last glance at what he placed unto the leaves and ground- one rope remained tied around its neck.
He almost felt bad- almost.
, Goodnight Kioko- may you rest well in your dreams ' .
And with that, he skipped away.
